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Look East to watch the setting sun reach across the miles to brush the mountains pink with one last caress farewell as they blush rose red at nightfall and sink into gray waiting for the moon to say...
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The roar of the ocean the heartbeat of the earth the sea pushes up the land, pushes up the mountains, pushes me home to the desert to the still dry blue a parched landscape thirsty enough for seawater...
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Look East to watch the setting sun reach across the miles to brush the mountains pink with one last caress farewell as they blush rose red at nightfall and sink into gray waiting for the moon to say...
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From afar I am drawn to this mountain. I step on his feet, climb his knee, over his hip, and run along his long spine, up between great shoulders. Ahead I face the summit. From his crown I look down...
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High in the mountains, I wish I could absorb the cold clear air, soak up some snowmelt, capture the rush of the wind and the sudden quiet in the pause. I wish I could take all of this in and carry it...
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