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It calls out my name

The Dew glistens upon the leaves of bushes, sparkles in the grasses that moistens my footsteps, leaving my tracks all over the place leading to the river, to the river falls, as it calls out my name, over and over again, “Tell me, your pain, tell me your grief, don’t hold it back, any longer…So, slowly, I utter softly, “El Paso, Dayton, Las Vegas, Parkland, Sandy Hook”…then the rapids’ roar loudly, the water splashes up high, the echoes bounce all around within my head, “Oh, My God!” Strong Buffalo