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And Nothing Hurt
The war was over,
or maybe it hadn’t begun.
The sky hummed like a sweet lullaby,
and the fields grew wild with unbothered color.
Children ran barefoot through puddles
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The Desert
It had been more than two days since a drop of water had touched his lips. He was beginning to think that he was forgetting what water tasted like, if it tasted of anything.
Loves
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Falling leaves
It’s 6 AM at the end of September, and Vermont's trees are transitioning into their autumn beauty. The mornings are my favorite: the quiet, peacefulness, and calm of the world are one of a kind.