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| 8/6/2011 |
A geologist’s gem
A photographer’s focal point
A visitor’s wonder
The iconic arch, touched by Mother Nature
Struck by wind, surf, rain and endless erosion
Decades of peering through a vertical halo, and into the soul of the sea
Stimulated by swift sunsets and long starry nights
The mysterious arch, grounded and united as a single form
With every last fiber of strength,
and with the inhalation and last breath of the salty air
Holding, holding
And with the exhalation of breath,
the arch releases from its tenacious grip, crumbling
Falling rocks, pebbles and dust particles
Tumbling into the water and mixing a bloody smear in the shallows
The rumble subsides
The only sounds are the waves sweeping debris into depths of the ocean
Reaching toward the sky
The light warms her dark shadows
Eternally emancipated, December 29th 2012
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| 1/13/2013 |
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