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Warm sunshine beating on my back. Green vines dancing the width of a tree trunk. Trickling streams fall off mossy rocks, like tiny diamonds, absorbed into the river of glass. Will I shatter the river? Could my body perfectly absorb and flow with the glaceing current? I haven't decided.
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Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 11:20 AM UTC
River of Glass
Warm sunshine beating on my back. Green vines dancing the width of a tree trunk. Trickling streams fall off mossy rocks, like tiny diamonds, absorbed into the river of glass. Will I shatter the river? Could my body perfectly absorb and flow with the glaceing current? I haven't decided.
dawn66
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20/F/TX
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 11:20 AM UTC
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