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Nature stuns. I stand speechless. I cry. I cannot facet flawless beauty, nor mirror her in smoky words. Yet I am compelled to try. Unable to adorn, I have cut flesh to bones hoping bare beauty will shine through my failure to honor her. None of these poems play the tune I wish. They sing what they will, and I yield to their songs.
