Silence of the North Coast
Cloaked in fog and age, even redwoods can burn in their cathedrals
Be silent on the North Coast, whisper to redwood trees with fibrous and gnarled bark.
A chipmunk skittering tacktacktack along the hollow body of a fallen giant
The hiss of a broken wave receding through stones, sloshing, bursting through tide pools
The grumble of the ocean as a child trudges through sand and taunts the waves, shrieks, runs.
Be silent on the North Coast.
Even redwoods burn.
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