COMING AROUND
THAT MOUNTAIN
The sun was broadside yellow bright, in
my eyes and window, light. All I tried
to do was try to do. Afar, with a slow
curve, the distant green made mountains
seem to be out of molehills. Yes. High
and light. They've built up fences now
to catch the falling rocks. Legends
should do so well.
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