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In 100, by Dom on December 4, 2018 at 2:11 pm
Watching water roil and tear
At this miraculous outcropping rising from nothing
Not nothing
An infinity of life, incessant, dynamic
She holds us
This land
Firmly but gently rocking against the shore
An ancient conversation
From mother, protector
To proud renegade
We are the west
The outermost bastion of our brothers
Standing chest out against the endless volleys from the north
We frolic, dive, and glide – turning the assault to joy
Is different here.
It’s richer, it changes, yet the rhythm stays the same
Sky changes too
Blue to rose
Soft theater of light for
Dancing waves

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