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I walked the path that wound alongside the river It was along this bend that settlers had their boats dashed on the rocks by nature's unexpected fury I wanted to see the river, these rapids that turn the world, this reminder of earth's power So I stepped off the path and headed down the bank over rocks and bushes And aside from the static white noise of water, the first thing to greet me at the edge was a cross Two simple sticks, with a ribbon draped over its outstretched arms The unmistakable symbol of a life lived and a life lost The only thing between me and the rushing water was this                monument                                      to                                            mortality For some reason this terrified me more than any man-made disaster can This was nature, Pure and indifferent My mind wandered to the obvious void This space that used to be occupied by a living, breathing being Someone with fears and joys of their own Someone who had seen things and known people Someone who had stood where I am standing right now But who were you? And who missed you? What was your name? What did you love? Did you fall? Or did you leap into the waiting arms of the river? Were you afraid, as I am, standing here just inches away from something that can't be controlled? I have so many questions that will never be answered, except by the deafening rush of water, and the Cold spray of mist at my face
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Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 8:35 PM UTC
The sky was blue, The ribbon was pink
I walked the path that wound alongside the river It was along this bend that settlers had their boats dashed on the rocks by nature's unexpected fury I wanted to see the river, these rapids that turn the world, this reminder of earth's power So I stepped off the path and headed down the bank over rocks and bushes And aside from the static white noise of water, the first thing to greet me at the edge was a cross Two simple sticks, with a ribbon draped over its outstretched arms The unmistakable symbol of a life lived and a life lost The only thing between me and the rushing water was this                monument                                      to                                            mortality For some reason this terrified me more than any man-made disaster can This was nature, Pure and indifferent My mind wandered to the obvious void This space that used to be occupied by a living, breathing being Someone with fears and joys of their own Someone who had seen things and known people Someone who had stood where I am standing right now But who were you? And who missed you? What was your name? What did you love? Did you fall? Or did you leap into the waiting arms of the river? Were you afraid, as I am, standing here just inches away from something that can't be controlled? I have so many questions that will never be answered, except by the deafening rush of water, and the Cold spray of mist at my face
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Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 8:35 PM UTC
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