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The wind blows
on my face
it carries the faint scent
of the water
that glistens teal
behind me.
To my left is a bridge that
lowly whines when a gentle breeze
comes by
and to my right is a building
that stands strong
it shall never fall.
Just above the door is a sentence
of hope.
I am far but I know this sentence
for it is imbedded in my fragile heart.
“As long as books live there will never be a past.”
I inhale the sweet scent of the untouched water
I close my eyes
the breath of the rapids
gently playing with the hairs on my neck
the screeching of car horns haunt the mid summer air
the joyful laughter of people
drifts faintly to
my ears
my eyelids slowly flutter open
I smile
For I am Home
Riverside

Hannah Ranft, Hauser Jr. High