The Beaver Dam at Blind River, at Night
Wind tussles thick reeds. The beaver sees its breath, turns. The water is still.
Wind tussles thick reeds.
The beaver sees its breath, turns.
The water is still.
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Eric Dovigi
I am a writer and musician living in Arizona. I write about weird specific emotions I feel. I didn't like high school. I eat out too much. I stand 5'11" in basketball shoes.
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By Rachel Deeming7 days ago in Fiction
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Fantastic!!!