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Dec 2014
she sinks to her knees like the setting sun
all reds and golds and streaks of purple-blue
and weeps for the things and the places she has lost
just a child, steeply barefooting around gnarled upturned roots
afraid that if it rains again
she might never be able to find her way back.
Ellie Belanger
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Ellie Belanger  Gainesville
(Gainesville)   
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