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I Remember Natalie Sudman Creative Writing Celebration, 1st Place, Poetry i remember the feel of grass blown against lean thighs, hot scent of dirt. i remember each breath we breathed of each other’s under the blanket. i remember you and wonder who am I, who am I now: pale, lost. i remember language of seasons, timber cracking of cold, rivers sighing. now I have nothing. no one now knows the thread counts woven together, breath of one wind, our beat of one old earth heart, one longing cloud’s soft moan... i remember when i belonged against the earth, brown and dusty. oh...
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