Appalachians
By jeanine_salla
Wed, 29 Sep 2004
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Camping by the lake
Sleep would not come
I watched the lake.
No life
No warmth
No light
He came.
Full of life.
Full of warmth.
Full of life.
I cried.
He held me.
It's all right to cry, he said.
Sometimes life hurts.
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