Writing Exercise: Rivers

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I never learned to distinguish myself from the earth.

In the beginning, my soul flourished within me, green and rich, following the blessing of the river.

When the river dried and turned to dust, I found myself empty.

I was a yucca plant in the sun, leaves raised to the skies and searching for rain.

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