Latoya at the falls( from the strenger's diary).

At the falls, to the falls, the closer we got

the celestial reaches inside, and I for one

became as dumb. What is going on down
there? On from this post struggling to
comprehend as volatile water celebrates.

We looked at each other as infinitely rouse,
snow in white littlen grown glitter, dewy
wind washed our faces. Thick clouds of
mist descended, rapture in this giant enslave.
We digital the moment, inhaling every breath
for the children must know of this.

At the falls, to the falls, the closer we got the

celestial reaches inside, and I for one became

as dumb. I remember Rome, gladiators running

speeding chariots, Caesar's standing, people shouting, battles glories and triumphs. Niagara falls continued to ride March 16/2011.

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