Rinsed blue and black, water runs clear, rocks small and
large.
Her hair dark and deep swung back and forth,
her green dress velvet and
She ran over the rock and stone and shiny creek,
the sun faded
...I closed my eyes and looked up through papers
I held
My eyes spun with clouds white and blue and sun.
My glasses fell.
I went
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