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Driving topless down the mid-valley pacific highway on a pre-dawn summer morning
The world is still and quiet. It is cold, the frigid air wrapping itself lustily around me. I am numb and alive.
The lightening sky is fading to blue with only the brightest stars visible. It is the changing time. An hour remains before the sun will peek above the mountain peaks to the east.
The landscape illuminated by the headlight's glow is the closest I may come to seeing the valley as it looked before the industrial-age of farming. Quiet. Wild. Hiding secrets.
Intermittent layers of ground fog veil the land shielding what cannot be protected.
The human world sleeps in the twilight as if non-existent. All belongs to the ancients who exist now only in the nocturn. The jeep hums with the asphalt and the wind whistles an accompaniment to machinery's strain. Nature is ruin.
All along the edges of the known the land remains quiet and waiting.
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AUTHOR NOTES:
Nina lives and writes in western Oregon. She writes in order to maintain a sense of sanity (though her friends & family might not be able to see it) between working full-time and attending school full-time. Nina is a senior at Marylhurst University. This is the first time her poetry has been published. When not frolicking in the woods of the coastal mountains, she enjoys driving topless whenever the weather allows.
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