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PANTHER CREEK FALLS
This is something like a dream.
Something like rebirth.
Creation holds no secrets
where the robin is observed
where she always existed.
We don't always get a second chance
to visit special places
with special people.
Sometimes all that remains
is a rock, painted and placed
among the lichen.
New scars on the base of the trees. The violence
of a minor fire burned trunks along the perimeter.
Charred, but intact. Life preserved
maybe by magic.
If I had to bet--
if betting held weight in this world--
I'd err on the side
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