Lake Lewisia #298

She slipped into the narrow space behind the waterfall, a place of slick rocks and a roaring noise that began to feel like silence after a few minutes’ exposure. There was no cave or secret passage hidden back there, she simply liked the closed-in, cut-off sensation of sitting on the rocks and letting the spray soak into her clothing and hair. Sometimes she saw things passing before her in the curtain of water, visions or hallucinations or dreams, but the peace there let them rush by as easily as the worries of the outside world.

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LL#298