We walk in, following the creek, following others...
Then climbing higher, the water below...
Above us, a mossy rooted lookout, is this it?
We scramble up and turn around on the narrow ledge -
Straight across, over a hundred feet high,
Cascading gracefully like a woman's ponytail -
the FALLS.
And the ROAR of the water everywhere.
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