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Waterfall
Hanna, Age 13, Fairfax, VA

Misty water
Falling,
Plummeting,
Free-wheeling
Down a staircase of
Moss-blackened logs,
Landing on the stepping stones
Far
Far
Below.
The mist kisses my nose and clings to my eyelashes,
As I stand
In a palace of green,
On a moss-covered rug,
And stare
At the gracefully
p
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m
m
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water,
Endlessly falling,
Coming and going,
But always touched by my heart.

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