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Brenda Davis Harsham

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October 15, 2017

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through it.

Let’s find a way to play, trucks in the river, floating a boat in the current, weaving leaves on the wind, joy on the air.

I didn't have my glasses on....

“eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it.”

-norman maclean

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PoetSpeak says:

October 16, 2017 at 10:55 am

Great words!

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- Brenda Davis Harsham says:
  
  October 16, 2017 at 9:07 pm
  
  I thought so, too. Thanks.
  
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short-prose-fiction says:

October 15, 2017 at 1:54 pm

Lovely!

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ksbeth says:

October 15, 2017 at 1:41 pm

thanks for inviting me and my little guy to the party!

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- Brenda Davis Harsham says:
  
  October 15, 2017 at 1:42 pm
  
  You are most welcome. I’m honored to have you and your little guy here. Have some brownies!
  
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