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poetry and prose by stephen chute
Saturday, March 9, 2024
skipping stones
i think today
i'll go down to the black
pond
around
the bend in the woods,
where the path
veers off
into a deep hollow
of trees
and skip
stones across
the mirrored water
with no one around,
just me.
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About Me
Stephen Chute
west springfield, virginia, United States
these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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