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So here's us, on the raggedy edge.
But there is no sunken treasure / Rumored to be / Wrapped inside my ribs / In a sea black with ink I am so / Out of tune / With you — Jeff Tweedy, Sunken Treasure |
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We stood there in the pounding rain, watching the water tumble over Nairn falls and through the chasm carved into the stone by centuries of the same activity.
The light blue of your hood contrasted sharply with the deep grey-blue of the rock that surrounded us, and the water beaded up on the nylon; sliding off and on to the already slick rock.
The trail back was wet, and damp, and slippery and the rain kept pounding for the rest of the day.
Posted by skooter at 1:01 AM This entry is filed under Camera.