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Wedged

Gill Brook, Adirondacks, NY. Two ponytails of water fell to the pool, one on each side of the massive knuckle of rock buried head first at the top of the gorge....
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Gill Brook, Adirondacks, NY. Two ponytails of water fell to the pool, one on each side of the massive knuckle of rock buried head first at the top of the gorge. I balanced, badly, on rocks, midstream in the defile, the only place to capture the fall. My foot slipped, soaking one pant leg to mid calf. From here, it looked as if the rock had been dropped from a great height above, splitting the very earth, opening a crack that water found and exploited. The brook grows and ages from it's beginning somewhere earlier than here, with seeps and rivulets and feeders introduced like charachters in a story, all contributing to the tale. But it can't seem to budge the wedge, it can't undermine it or dash it to pieces. It wants to follow the path of least resistance, but there's always obstacles. Maybe they are dropped from above, maybe they have been there all along. It's hard to get past what comes between us.
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