I come out of the arched exit from the woods and see the vibrant colors of the quarry. The rocks don't seem to have lines that define them, and every color seems to . I walk down the path that leads deeper into the rocks and the trees strike me as being alive with the reds and oranges of Fall. I round the trail to the left and the reds of the trees vanish to the pale but striking contrast of three walls of stone and the bright reflection of sun off water - a pond made by rainfall and as temporary as the bright leaves. In the center of the barren rocky clearing whose life could be summed up by its sparing grasses and the occasional bird, is a small cabin. The cabin is simply made, with log walls, and little in the way of luxury, though builders did afford the luxury of glass for the windows. I walk in and see a girl standing in the center of the cabin which is lit beautifully with the natural color of the wood it is made from. The girl is also very beautiful, and she wears the same coy smile she does every time my eyes have the pleasure of her company. The room stands still as I enter and I notice a wonderful smell akin to her name - Lily. The troubles of the world forgotten. I am happy in this place
~ anonymous (brattleboro, vt)
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