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Wizard Island, Crater Lake, Oregon. I saw you from far across the water, where shadows now walk up cliffsides, as if you were floating on a sea of blue. I was taking the long way around to where you rose, so elegantly, from somewhere so deep. From the moment I saw, I knew that was where I wanted to be. I took my time along the rim, marvelling at water so blue, awed that what I was travelling around was a single mountain once, how massive it must have been before it erupted, hundreds of centuries ago. Reaching here, I sat high on the edge of the caldera, at a point so close. And closeness showed the hardness of your beauty, the sharpness of your edges, the coldness of your landscape that the cloak of distance hid....the cinders of your self destruction. In the end we probably all reveal what we are, but pretend we are not. And I wondered if it was really worth knowing, as you floated on a sea of blue, under a sky of pink, just out of reach.
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