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The RIGHT KIND OF STRONG IN THE WRONG PLACE
Along the path where I hike
And run I feel the same rocks beneath my soles,
And I inevitably pass by the same isolated puddle.
It sits without the slightest alteration to its size
Or depth, as though it were a fresh wound at an
Inflexible distance from the redemptive power
Of the seasons.
"...inflexible distance..."
Now I know the name of the measurements for puddles. Cool words - slc