You’ve managed to take my hand and walk me to the exact place.

Fifty feet behind the Desert Rose, a cluster of cottonwoods grows along the banks of a sea-green river. They are ancient and massive trees. Wind moves sluggishly through their dusty boughs, and moonlike globes of cotton orbit the bodies of the trees and fall soundlessly into the swift molecular water. Sparse grass grows along the desert floor, the desert stretching off into an intricate horizon.
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Ray Harvey
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May 4, 2021
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You’ve managed to take my hand and walk me to the exact place. *sigh* wonderful imagery, perfectly executed. 👌👌👌
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Written by Wild Flower5.3K Followers
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Jess is my real name. Writing from sandy shores in-between the chaos of life. Community worker by day and P o e t e s s all other times. Journey with me.
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