"My knee remembers strength and the supple drifts of running as a child."
My knee remembers strengthand the supple drifts of runningas a child through fieldsof chamomile and timothy.
My knee remembers the barbed wire fencethat reached out a tentacle,catching the fleshthat healed leavinga scar that tells the storyof a child who ran too fastand loved the land too muchto slow down.
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