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Riverside camp Site plans. Stones smooth from Currents of centuries Surrounding ditch Dug for bonfire. Driftwood shelter Tied with fresh willow twigs, Tiled with leaves and ferns. Location for personal business Decided upon and upheld. The choice is mine whether to Watch the weather, the fire, The sunset and its mirrored twin Where dinner skips for its own, Or the spaces between it all.   I have shovel, axe and a knife As sharp as a scorned woman's Tongue. Sleeping bag, and salt. If the fish doesn't bite I'll sleep hungry. No worry. My surroundings always Provide. They tolerate me; I address them as I would Any mother.
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May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 10:50 AM UTC
Tiled With Leaves and Ferns
Riverside camp Site plans. Stones smooth from Currents of centuries Surrounding ditch Dug for bonfire. Driftwood shelter Tied with fresh willow twigs, Tiled with leaves and ferns. Location for personal business Decided upon and upheld. The choice is mine whether to Watch the weather, the fire, The sunset and its mirrored twin Where dinner skips for its own, Or the spaces between it all.   I have shovel, axe and a knife As sharp as a scorned woman's Tongue. Sleeping bag, and salt. If the fish doesn't bite I'll sleep hungry. No worry. My surroundings always Provide. They tolerate me; I address them as I would Any mother.
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May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 10:50 AM UTC
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