Seventeen summers

January 10, 2011
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Run barefoot through summer nights on piercing rocks.Slowing on smooth slick green grass, stand before the world below; sink toes deep down in the soft squishy earth.Feeling cold, gritty pieces underneath you take up forgotten space.Inhale moist air, hold, take your place in the melted glacier below.





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