Upon the mountains of fate I behold the wonders of time and the magic of the forces of nature. All this and more plays silently in the depths of my dreams. The words I write now are but an echo of the visions I had in times now past...
In darkened mist and icy waters I stood alone. The stream pierced both stone and heart on its escape to nowhere. The pull of gravity lead both water and I down the side of the canyon, this is friendship...
The law says, all things will change and I am not excluded. And in a shadowed waterfall the voice of God spoke. And spoke. And spoke again...
The trees and winds bear witness to all these events and answer in their own way. Who I was and who I am are no longer the same. Shaped, as I was, by forces out of my control...
I have become my own truth and begun my search for the seas and oceans of wisdom and grace. The hole, my truth poured through, stands as a monument to who I am and what I will become. And in the mist, alone, I changed and only the rocks and water knew...
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