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must have been somewhere in Pennsylvania 

me and some girl I can’t remember 

wading through it


we were 11 or 12


I cut my shin on a rock and it bled


I didn’t care 


we just kept moving


the water rushing by






in harmony


I felt like someone from a summer reading book 


someone things happened to


far from my parents 


and the idea of them


free from culture


rules and reason 


it was the afternoon


we had eaten cheese sandwiches 


and were now part of the river


we were water people


we didn’t talk


just kept moving


I felt this holy infinite feeling


it felt like this was going to be my thing


wading through rivers


but I never did it again, did I

Rachel B. Glaser

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