In silence absolute, we drifted, on the evening current, beneath the hazy full moon of a December sky.
Floating on night breezes, our spirits awed, amazed. Rock walls pulsating with life. in a chorus of light.
Cliffs towering above, draped in natureβs Christmas lights, winking in turquoise and white, as we passed beneath.
Entranced by this purity of creation, guided by the riverβs strength. This magical night, so perfect and surreal remains in breathless memory of natures Christmas lights.
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