Jumping across the white rocks of the rogue river I veer into another direction
up the nearest boulder
Standing on top gives me the best view.
many dark trees.
fathers standing waist high in water, catching the salmon.
I see the dark sky and feel the rough wind.
Im chasing her
Paige
Shes a fast runner
laugh
silently
agreeing to play a new game
now we are indians sharpening our spears
gathering drift wood
dusk is here
time to leave
wipe the mud off our faces
eagle swoops into the river catching a fish
they call me back and
once again
I am me.
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