May 19, 2018
||by a river
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   She sat there on an old bike path, staring down at the murky running water of the river, sitting under a bridge with tons of traffic going over head. Traffic leading to the old base, as they call it. Air Force base, now all just business development places. Her face scrunched up, a hand coming up to stroke down her hair briefly before looking upwards- staring across the rushing water as some Canadian gees swim by. A grin. âRude little shits.â she muttered, thinking of how mean those types of geese could be. She moved then, taking out her sketchbook from her hand-stitched bag of curtains and going to work doodling a small little witch friend.
