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Crawford Oak
Crawford Oak High on an ancient tundra, God storms through the gorge; slapping the<b> backside </font></b>of Hood. Sheets of rain, like rolling waves, quench a parched landscape. Flakey crusted formations leave little for foliage, still... hidden shades of green flourish His mind lost in thought; many days left empty, rummaging washed from the earth, drained. A spent root finally withers its leaves, slowly giving in to decay. |
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