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The water makes apparent progress round a stone, and as it flows, it swirls beneath the tide. And as a storm comes through, propelled by daunting winds, it spawns a twister circling far and wide. And in a dream I see young bodies falling fast, faster than my dream can build a net. The air and water spin, and so do thoughts around a peace my young mind hasn’t silenced yet.
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Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 10:29 AM UTC
Eddies
The water makes apparent progress round a stone, and as it flows, it swirls beneath the tide. And as a storm comes through, propelled by daunting winds, it spawns a twister circling far and wide. And in a dream I see young bodies falling fast, faster than my dream can build a net. The air and water spin, and so do thoughts around a peace my young mind hasn’t silenced yet.
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Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 10:29 AM UTC
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