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Starved Rock Lodge
Nick Molinare
A fireplace burning fresh wood
The tops of trees waving in the distance
The songs of birds singing to each other
Soft murmuring throughout the lobby almost like crickets
Oak wood walls
Take a whiff of the beautiful outdoors
Ash from the fireplace slipping in my lungs
Fresh fruit refreshing my body
Carvings out of wood made years ago
Playing cards shuffling through my fingers
Rhyanne Noche