I’m whistling now
yesterday’s wicked downpour
evaporating
- Gary Hunter
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See AllIt was a Saturday morning when I asked some of my fellow-bound book buddies if they wanted to get out and go exploring so we leaped off our ledge and straight into the river of knowledge. Drifting by
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the breath knows not to wander lips to stay pressed eyes to put their feet up and when there are no grains of shifting sands in the mind my day rests inside me
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