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[aid] => mick
[title] => the Blue Ridge
[time] => 2010-10-10 14:15:59
[hometext] => the Blue Ridge
[bodytext] => Rolling along the Blue Ridge on a foggy Virginia morning. My brother lives down there where Jefferson rode his fields. I cannot go see him now- I am wandering somehow sent north along this ridge by some mission to remember. The fog like soldier's ghosts comes up to greet me as miles roll off beneath my wheels. The whole valley steeps in sadness Red Star Express, Golden Rule Homes For Sale signs everywhere along all the roads not taken. My father's hand reaches out a hand under a child's belly swimming for the first time (outside the womb that is) then the hand is gone forever. Float or sink: there is always this decision. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 91 [topic] => 23 [informant] => artsag [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => FamilyPoems )
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