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Mill River Flood (Williamsburg)

Twenty feet, and rising, a hungry river feeds on debris, a diet of mills and homes, and keeps roaring its way along the path, leaving little of the present behind nor the past

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

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In whispers, she speaks of mountain streams and cloud peaks, of tall pine tree creaks

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I'll notice my marked words, whispering something new from within the story I am writing,

a hidden verse now uncovered in yellow, shining like the sun

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Mill River Flood

What saved the Hills and the Hannums in their house that day was perhaps the water itself, strong currents pushing two downed trees around the building as barrier, dividing the flood like a monstrous Moses made of fluid and strength, parting the waters around the people like some whimsical god

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

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She frames every day with a smile and with laughter; petals towards the sun

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Mill River Flood: 8:00 am

Hard to even imagine what Eugene Davis saw as he stood there, watching the storm of flood approaching – it wasn’t water he saw - it was a tornado of brush, trees and trash; of boards, timbers and buttons; but, he said, not water, not yet, anyway, only a deluge of lost things, twenty feet high, and rising

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

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Kettle bubbling, the chemistry of new tea nearly in motion

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Mill River Flood: 9:00 am

As is too often the case, the suddenly surged river had a mind all of its own

And luck, too, played its terrible hand for the people of the village

The West was safe; The East, not

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

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A plot of land, sand, a scattered pile, an army awaits instructions

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