A sacred place

There is the winded waters

Stretched out in waves

To flat ribbon of shoreline

Meeting pine green strip,

A jagged evergreen wall

That reaches towards the sky,

That covering pale blue dome

Spotted with white cotton

Backlit by a slanting southern sun

And we… we are witness to it all

As loon swims indifferent past

Belonging in a way we cannot

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