No better school exists than the mythology in the stars, the direction of the winds, and the roll of the ocean. And no better playground exists than puddles and piles of rocks.
Hide and seek games in Santa Elena Canyon, however, can result in the worry that something could have gone wrong.
Everyone is found.
Things we find:
tracks
wonder
little animal
oyster fossils
a running man, looking to make sure of the empty hands of two strangers
paths
more rocks, that we love
daughter, wild girl
an embrace as an answer, fierce and not one to forget
an apology
a river
sun and shade
heat and cold
something blocking the throat, making it hard to swallow, with eyes about to spill over
quiet hand holding
slow steps
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