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Blood Still on the Driveway I know I am there, moving quickly as dirt turns into rocks, the smell of seaweed, water, and land mix. Sunrise above the roof, meets your eye, bumper to bumper on top of the steep hill, swooping down, where I wrecked my bike. I cast into the water, the wind pushed itself against the water, the little guppies submerged, that were taken by the worker. I can touch the memories, aging with time.