Group 4: Site 2 – Umatilla Rock Collage Essay

I am constantly reminded of where I am; in life; in school; in the world. At this moment I am sitting on the edge of the butte, on the edge of life, really. My feet dangle off the edge of the cliff, my heart pounding and I dare a glance over the edge. A Golden Eagle takes flight and I pull back from the edge of the cliff. I think of the city. Flies buzz around my head; a raven calls. I shift my gaze to the overcast sky and watch the thinner clouds illuminate under the sun.


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