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Killing Me Softly

Killing Me Softly

with the Sandhill Crane's song...

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M.A. Hastings leaning back with each arm on the black roller board bags of the nesting put-together Pakayaks. She’s wearing an aqua long sleeved UPF protected tee shirt and gray water resistant pants. Two other pictures show MA in the kayak holding the paddle tilted at two and seven o’clock in one and up over her head in the other in an attempt to maneuver through two small thorny trees, lllly pad overgrowth and tall grass in a v very small sliver of water. The overgrowth is blocking the narrow water path to the larger part of the creek.
M.A. posing with the Pakayaks before she slalomed “Ruby” through the vegetation on a Cross Creek Paddle

Song of the Sandhill Crane

Let there not be a barrier zone

just because of 

the unknown

What is on the other side of fear 

is often a trove of awesome 

after held dear 

The tall grass-choked tiny trees 

with lilly pads in surround

Can I get beyond what I see 

or…

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