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Resolution

The surge and clatter of whitewater conceals how shallow underneath is, how quickly gone.

Leave that noise behind. Come here where the water is slow, and clear.

Watch the crawfish prance across the sand, the mica flash, the sculpen blend with stone.

It’s all beyond your reach though it appears as near and known as your outstretched hand.