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Nov 2014
You’d be mistaken if you said the stones
didn’t feel hotter than the sand beneath your feet.
Casting circles along the ground, light
shimmers between the trees. Flowers
reach up to it, along the way shedding petals.
I walk on, gathering about me my dress.
Marissa Adele
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Marissa Adele  Connecticut
(Connecticut)   
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