We watched great machines roll
the stones out as they packed in
the dirt. Waited, until the birds
came back and could be identified.
While the trees sprouted,
and grew into one another,
underground vines trundling down into
hand-made earth, and held fast.
Balanced by the moment, we
could no longer find the path.
By crossing our left and right together,
we climbed out the way we came.
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Gorgeous!
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I love it.
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