Grace Heriegel

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The path thins and crumbles

as we venture deeper into the wilderness.

Meandering around the bends.

Further and further, the end seems nigh,

till we witness the falls

cascade in front of us.

Various hues of blue and

dastardly rainbows, a

gentle spray tickles our

faces. We look at each

other, a euphoric laugh.

The defeated rocks lay detached where the falls calm into a

loving flow and it carries

itself down

and out. A

small lake in a big

ocean,

mirror image.

©GraceIsobelle, 2025

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