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sandstone habitats stand silent

against the sun;

amidst each other's presence,

they savor innocent virtues

in a somewhat erect fashion,

not realizing imaginations of visitors,

whose countless photographs have

left them in irreparable decay;

serpents slither and slide through

open windows seeking escape,

sensing redemption on the other side,

only to find seas of sandstone

sitting crooked in the setting sun.

 

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