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Battered and Bruised by the Water | Sheryl Steines
The high cliff overlooks a river that snakes through the countryside. It’s nestled into the valley, covered in trees and the water, it beats roughly against the rocky coast. I stand on the highest hill, a silent observer to the water as it splashes and swirls before dropping several feet into that whirlpool at the bottom of the waterfall. The water churns, and undulates, alive with pain, anger, love and loss. Each harsh wave erodes the rocks, removing a piece... Read More Read More