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Dec 2010
The rock lies forgotten under a
crescent moon, nestled in the
riverbed where dreams and
smiles flow and splash
against the bank

Glanced by toes
and dogs' noses
transitory contact

It has no name
but in its face is a wisdom
one can only find where
time changes nothing.
Emma
Written by
Emma  Nomad
(Nomad)   
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   Ryan Bowdish
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