A Journal of Days
"Forever is composed of nows." Emily Dickinson
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Cascade Falls; First View
2. As we come around a boulder, the falls suddenly appear. The sound of rushing water commands our attention as it falls over sixty feet. Three sides are surrounded by rock walls, enclosing the cool air and promising a frigid swim.
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