Impulse Along the edge of my consciousness, there is an eddy line. Whenever I cross this mark, The current hits the bow, turning me downstream. Water spills off the paddle in steady trickles as...
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The Train
Life, love, and death on a trip from Amsterdam to Paris. The train picked up speed as it left the station in a little town not far from Amsterdam. We passed so close to a row...
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Big River
Your eyes remind me of my river in the late afternoon, Sun-golden and warm. I once said so and you smiled. I am alone now. When the light of the setting sun hits his...
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