We stumbled, that dusk, fleeing pastures
Newly forbidden. What was the name of that river? The girl
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We stumbled, that dusk, fleeing pastures
Newly forbidden. What was the name of that river? The girl

About the Author
Brian J. Buchanan is a writer in Nashville, Tenn. His short stories, poems, and essays have appeared in Crannóg, Chronicles, the Westchester Review, Literary Matters, Modern Age, the Cumberland River Review, Potomac Review, and elsewhere.
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We stumbled, that dusk, fleeing pastures
Newly forbidden. What was the name of that river? The girl

About the Author
Brian J. Buchanan is a writer in Nashville, Tenn. His short stories, poems, and essays have appeared in Crannóg, Chronicles, the Westchester Review, Literary Matters, Modern Age, the Cumberland River Review, Potomac Review, and elsewhere.
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