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How trees grew upon such a solid rock face I do not know. They did. The swath of snow with thin barely visible toothpicks is where the fire danced down the mountain. The faint toothpicks are the charred trees. How it danced through the trees, like…..
Can her grace be denied? Like a dancer bending and supporting herself with her arms stretched upward she poses. Even her partner’s arms are extended drawing all attention and honor to her. Some may say they are broken and fallen. Some may even mourn seeing only their prior…..
Sometimes these eyes that struggle so to see do sadden my heart. Because I know my vision is distorted the camera has become my eyes. The camera and computer allow me to see what I could not see. Sometimes, sometimes, when something so delicate, and for me breathtakingly…..
That my life, no matter how disheveled, worn, or broken, might always gift a view of the clouds dancing with the sky.
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