I think a paddle in the Congaree Swamp might do me some good. Put things back into perspective. Black water is never deeper than the truths it holds.

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  1. Thanks for helping me sing tonight. My words given music, are hungry on the page. Black ink no longer their identity, once rhythm found a word bends its own way.

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