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It was a clear day;
Birds chirped in the tall trees,
warning others of the incoming

chill.
The trees were auburn and golden

and brown
and the river I sat next to

was cold and fast.
I threw a pebble into the river,
watching as it was swallowed by

the waves.
Today is the anniversary that my

baby sister was lost in this

river
In the same fashion as the pebble.
I was supposed to be watching her,
but her little blond head blended

in with the autumn leaves
and she had been a very clever

little girl.
I was preoccupied with outdoor

chores.
I barely noticed the little splash

behind me.
And she was gone.
I now throw petals from her

favorite flowers into the

river
And her favorite foods and snacks
In hopes that she'd someday get

them.





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