Water cascading rock to rock
Ballerina of heights
Strong man as Zorro
Pouting energy hiding in rabid mists
The ledges were slippery
The cascade in its totality a flight of stairs
There was a row of graves in the cemetery
There were things and tales particular t it
There was an old oak near
It was a marker, a land spot but I lost kit
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