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5.

The three-tiered bridge, Pont du Gard, I read about incessantly.

At the end where the water finally empties out

After thirty one point six nine miles and ushered only by gravity,

The castellum, walls adorned with silver dolphin swimming.

That spring I was in France my mother spent alone

At the house on the river caring for her father who was dying.

At high tide the road in is swallowed, making the house an island.

Hard to describe, but the walls are thin, it isn’t easy getting through storms.

The day my grandfather died, I biked to town for our favorite cheese.

I felt this as a celebration. Now, I want to know where my mother is.

What kind of metamorphosis is death: beautiful or utilitarian?

Sobin, writing on the aqueduct, ultimately surmises ostentation

As the motivation for the unusually difficult architectural feat.

I have thought about this for too long not just to write it.

There isn’t really an order that would be correct. An aqueduct

By definition is an artificial channel. It gets one thing to the next.