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The RockThe large granite rock stood majestically in the dim morning sunlight. The sun rose behind it, creating an eclipse-like effect. The very sight of it was almost unearthly, especially with no one else on the road. Jorge, Moses, Anthony and I pulled up slowly to the enchanted rock entrance, we'd been up since 5:00 A.M. in order to both beat the traffic here and to watch the sun rise on the way. We paid the people up front, continued to a parking space, and proceeded on foot.
We were going to be the only ones on the rock for the next two hours, so we decided to make the best of that time. We started up the rock to the far left of the main one. We would climb up, and then transfer from rock to rock. The air we were breathing was the freshest we'd ever taken in, and by the time we got to the top of the first rock, we could really tell a difference in the way the new air felt. Once atop, we rested for a few minutes, seeing as we were basically racing each other up there, navigating through cr
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
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