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It isn’t a dream, the sense that I am blind or that the only way to get from here to the river is to dance upside down. Fish brush my ankles as the soil under my feet churns, plastic then mud it lifts and falls, I lift my arm to keep balance, to show good intent. My toes touch petals of velvet and I know I will fall into water. There is peace in this, knowing I will sink or move with the current, that the current knows where it’s going.
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