Up there

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The thick, heavy clouds
Linger over the cold rails
Still, there is thunder.

The icy waters
Roar with the primordial
Might of the Cascades.

Vapor churns in swirls,
Wet prickles on my damp skin
Are sole testament.

Then the daylight breaks.
My eyes now see the power
Of the Snoqualmie.

Like a dragon’s breath
It whips down the rocky cliff
Crashing jagged rocks.

It shapes and it smooths,
It cleans and it nourishes.
Unyielding. Alive.

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