A rhythm of river shivers at the sound of nature.
The whole cycle rings.
As good a voice as any.
Sluring at first.
Gently later.
Personally at last.
A shared dream covers an ocean's surface.
The drops of water drips from the fishes.
A taned body is shaking in the rain.
The month is stuck on this time.
July holds beauty for us.
Shush.
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