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THE WATERFALL

EDEN ARIELLE GORDON

There are things that words can’t express; things that images can’t contain.

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The feeling of wind or the spider-like shiver erupting from the touch of another’s hand.

The dampness of ocean spray; the laughter of a hawk mirrored by a distant other.

The feeling of wings blooming out of your back, the boom of a waterfall, smashing against the rocks beneath it.

The pulse in the air as summer shifts to fall. The creeping presence of time passing.

I can’t bring you to this waterfall, but I can tell you of the wind, the shadows of the trees, the sunlight glittering off the ragged cliffs, the rhythm of the water’s motion thrumming under everything. There is a golden light shining through.

EDEN ARIELLE GORDON is a writer based in New York City. A graduate of Barnard College, she is a journalist by day and has been published in Atlas Obscura, Slate, and Lilith Magazine. By night she is a poet, climate activist, and songwriter, and has played at venues including Sofar Sounds and The Bowery Electric. She is currently at work on her debut poetry collection, Doors www.humanaobscura.com

ROSEMARY H. WILLIAMS is an emerging photographer living in Hixson, Tennessee, a suburb of Chattanooga, where she is winding down a long career as a paralegal. She is curious about the world around her and immerses herself in her surroundings in search of the seen, the unseen, the commonplace, and the unusual as subjects for her photography. She searches for these details and in doing so is able to share with others the world through her eyes. Connect with her on Instagram @rosemaryhwilliams.

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