North Coast

The pacific coast mountain range runs into the
ocean. Waves beat against glacial fingers
forging identities tempering souls.

A magical kingdom where boys grew to men
on the rugged slopes of mountains lush with
giant trees, huge ferns, damp and Spanish moss.

In semi-light damp forests second and third
growth Douglas fir, Western Hemlock and Cedar
poked holes in the sky.

Blind newts, and salamanders hidden under logs,
never see the sun or the crows that soar in the
darkness, iridescent in sun beams.

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