Beneath the Sleeping Giant, Horne Lake


To the left a sleeping giant rests, laying flush across the lake. He stares straight up into the stars, at once ambivalent and awed, still as a mountain.

To the right we congregate around the campfire, exchanging stories and staring deep into the darkness that surrounds us.

A crack sounds from the woods, a broken twig or crunched leaf.

A crackle springs from the fire, sparks flying into the night.

We are at peace.

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