A Poem: The falls are beautiful this time of year

The falls are beautiful this time of year.

Spiraling down through the clouds, wind

rushing past our ears as we

reach terminal velocity,

holding hands.

Somewhere below the clouds, invisible to us,

the ground awaits.

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