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Submitted to Contest #320
I have worn this forest like a second skin longer than your bones. I alone remember their names. Roots braid through my ribs. Moss pads the places the wind chews. Stones tilt when I step to listen. The water knows me too, iron-tongued and cold, sluicing through hollows that smell of rot and lightning. Here, the mountains crush the horizon into fists, and the trees stitch a sky so tight you forget the stars. You call it wild and pass through in bright jackets and clean boots, breath steaming white. You say, West Virginia—almost heaven. You ha...
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