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Somewhere, a god plays thunder on their drums, pounding the sky into song

Nodding off, asleep in the shade of a pine tree, rooted by river

Mill River Flood (Williamsburg)

Ten year old George, sat down to breakfast, then lost his entire family as the water washed through, and who knows if it was luck or grace, or just the opposite, that kept that boy alive

Reference: The Mill River Flood of May 1874, in Williamsburg, Leeds Massachusetts

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A torrent of words spilling over the white page, a poem taking shape

Clouds, as a cover for flowers about to sprout - we wait the sun out

for Algot

Mill River Flood (Williamsburg)

Four days later, the inquest begins with the body of John Atkinson

but it was the dam itself the inquest jury was looking into, probing with critical eyes, and looking for blame

Reference: The Mill River Flood of May 1874, in Williamsburg, Leeds Massachusetts

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Four feet dangling off the edge of the front porch; gossip goes easy

Mill River Flood (Williamsburg)

Rude boards Slips of paper Rings on fingers Names, only

Reference: The Mill River Flood of May 1874, in Williamsburg, Leeds Massachusetts

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Did I just blurt those words out loud?

I'm not proud of the escape;

the things I thought but never meant to say

for DS106 Daily Create

Write into the night; shadow songs of lunar light; a tune; summer moon