The Bone Bridge

By the shores of the Minnesota River, 
We came to a bike trail, a stream, and a bridge.

The bone bridge we called it,

I nervously crossed, grateful for balance.


Then looking down, we found these jewels, so quietly waiting to be seen, or maybe not. 

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