Like a waterfall
Flowing over the aged jagged rocks
It has formed over the years.
The rusty
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My father was a somniloquist; he only talked to me in his sleep. Lured at night by his one-sided conversation one room over, I would escape the cot I'd grown out of, gaze at my sleeping mother, and ... [+]
This bright sun peeking
over the eastern hills
seems to remind you of
the exuberant joy of
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