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Paddock Magic

When I was a little girl, from the moment I stepped out of bed, I would be off and running to the neighborhood park. Paddock Park was my daily trip to the moon. Some of my most cherished memories are of Paddock, and I have often dreamed of the day I would pass the memories down to my children.

I was all but a glimpse to my mother as I scurried past her to my treasured Huffy, pink with sapphire trim. Paddock was a straight shot from my house. My pedaling, impatient and frenzied, reflected my anticipation. Paddock could be heard before it could be seen,

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Marsh Sirens

The water rambled through rills, gathered in swamps hidden by briars that protected its’ secrets.

Boulders forged by ancient volcanoes and touched by indigenous hands rest quietly beneath the muddy bogs.

He transformed brambles and quagmire to grass and pond, only to reveal latent powers.

Many a man were caught by the Marsh-Siren’s song. Until the stones rose up in threes, silencing her call.

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