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Bridget Everett The Still WaterOn a sunny afternoon the sun beams down upon the water warming it up- Blow up floats sailing from end to end and side to side as if gliding across a sheet of ice
Tiny insects pleading for their lives-
Wind brings pine needles and leaves, landing gently on the baby blue silent water
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[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2011 EDITION]
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