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LanaColor splashed the sky in a rainbow and mist rose high as the water that cascaded down the jagged rocks of the mountainside met the churning water below. Fog coated the mountain top and hid the jungle vegetation from the outside world, but it wasn't invisible to all. Along the rocks where the emerald grass of the jungle grew thin and moss spread out of every crevice, where one could feel the moisture of the clouds around their faces, a young girl rested her tired legs after a long day of hiking up the rugged mountain trails. Her dark hair wrapped around her face from the small breeze the whipped around her, but she only sat uncaring and watched the water plummet to the river below.
She lifted a scratched hand to her face to clear her flustered cheek of the tears that flowed steadily from her eyes. Lana had told her not to cry, but how could she keep her emotions hidden? Every time she closed her eyes, she could see her friend's body, pale and cold inside the silk-lined casket, her
The MaskThe Mask
by Kristen Goehl
I wear a mask upon my face
That shines with happiness and grace
It's spun in gold and strung with lace
And features bright and sure
The sequin beaded edges gleam
And silken thread lines every seam
With candy panted eyes that seem
To stare into your soul
The silver lips point up and smile
And crimson strings hang down in style
But it's been worn for such a while
That sometimes I forget
Why do I wear this on my face?
What brought about the style and grace?
You'd see if you unstrung the lace
That underneath I cry
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