Chairlift

An object in motion stays in motion. The kinetic force of Caroline’s creative energy cools humid air and sends ripples through still water. Thoughts spark visible electric currents that snake along her sinewy frame like the crack of a leather whip. The second she saw the cenote, the atoms parted in her mind and she was asking, “should I get in?” Yes. “I know just what to sing!” Great. “Do you have a pitch pipe?” No. “Can you download one to your phone?” Maybe. She glided along the slippery rocks beneath her bare feet, settled on a perch, and unleashed her training on the Mangrove trees surrounding the silent cenote. This was one of those, “I was there” moments. Here you are.

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She glided along the slippery rocks beneath her bare feet, settled on a perch, and unleashed her training on the Mangrove trees surrounding the silent cenote.

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