Your Majesty

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The mist


tangoing with my eyelashes













The beauty,





Majesty of the deadly water
Cascading down in a perfect curtain.














Azaleas lurk above.












In awe I rest



My tired bones on the slippery sediment.

















The strange beauty of a waterfall.





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