chains. a row of chains. long, heavy, rusted. hanging from an open concrete vault, only the vault is turned on its side and we are in it, we are pouring out. slanted light is pouring in. we are jumping and i am taking pictures. so many pictures! the colors are all so rich, so vibrant, so incredibly vivid. each shot is richer than the last. these dessert colors, the red rusts streaked across the canyon. wait, the canyon? so many layers of brown on brown.
peek beyond the vault, crawl to its edges and see the world drop away. mountains inverted. deep deep gully. deep rich belly. and still the chains are calling. clink, clink. clinkclink. clink. i snap another photo but your curls are in the way. so many curls! jessica of the blue eyes and the always in the way.
we laugh. we jump. we take more
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