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The River That Forgot Itself

It occurs inside a strange land there is a river-crossing but there is no river just a flood between gravesites but there are no graves just yards for the displaced. It's at the back of a somewhere that strange lost acre - the strange place. Hidden for years, a longtime hidden gonna have to do some digging some unearthing but how do you dig under a river? Water will rise get above your brain if you let it It's a black rain, each drop a drop of pain and the river is running before you know it - you're in it pouring out. She did not drown it was the blood that drowned in her mouth. You had to watch the flood bubble-up out of her soiled earth and that was the river that forgot itself until you closed your eyes and crossed it once more.

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