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| Answers Light shining through the cedar branches lit the ground afire with intricate patterns the red bark of a sequoia was warm to the touch hollow it held the heat of the sun the river splashed onto fallen logs and drips coming down froze into long icicles the timeless air was still I was searching for answers in the grove perhaps someday I'll know if I found the right ones Back to Poetry & Prose Back to Tarol's Homepage |