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The Dark Water of Salvation

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  The grass is wet. My toes feel all of nature. Each touch is mysterious. The rocks grow harder. My feet remember the origin. Each step draws me out. The dock is old. My being remembers the waves. Each plank grows the fear. The edge pulls closer. My brain tells me to turn. Each moment […]

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