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South Umpqua Falls
My river knows my name
we whisper to each other
The rapids call to some
while the deepness to others
The trees hang low to touch it
while the fish fly up from low
the water holds our memories
as our people grow
The coldness captures life
and gives it back again
the water holds our memories
and renews the people again
The water is my birthplace
and it connects everything
the water knows my name
and says it when it sings
Kristen Bailey, Editor
Brilliant! Flash Fiction Ezine
www.kristen-bailey.com/brilliant
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