novembre

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river veins

We went to a beautiful, beautiful place hidden between mountains. There were giant boulders lining the river, in the river, forming rapids, stillwater pools. We would jump off the boulders. We would swim into the rapids until they jettisoned us downstream onto more rapids we would sunbathe on flat rock penninsulas

We would hike back to the car, stories high there are three white trees forming a circle by that bend in the river, do you see it? And suddenly the sky broke, and it rained, and the air fogged because there was so much moisture. There was thunder, and lightning so close Sara couldn't count past four seconds.

And then there was hail. Tiny, perfect golf balls.

Just as suddenly, the sky swallowed itself and poof, everything was a darker shade of humid. Ben pointed out a damp border on the ground: a perfect line running from as far as the eye to could see to as far as the eye can see --on the ground-- one side wet, the other dry. As if the sky had suddenly changed its mind.

Later that night, there were no clouds.

11:11 pm - 06.25.08

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