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scattered pebbles
missing murmurs of old creek
empty bed
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Dry creek so much symbolism and sadness
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Too powerful for words
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Amazing that only through tears the dry river bed can become happy again.
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How sad when a creek dries up!
janet
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lovely write … a creek without a voice though is sad as Janet says.
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