Water flows to stone
and there is no line
separating the curve of the earth
from the body's beginnings.
Vision cascades from light;
framed by sun and rock,
there is no mystery to creation...
Flesh or stone,
texture reveals form
and there is only grace
to wonder
what went before.
Where sunlight kisses earth
myth is born
into strength and story.
Beauty evolves,
but we are blessed,
we see only grace.
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