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as the fall trees question in their amber light I sit beside the Salt River watching Killdeer play in the slow moving current I catch myself looking north always looking north where I came from from which I know one day I will go back today I just enjoy the warmth of the sun on my left cheek and realize I have a tan line on my left side that I don’t have on my right looking north