Wednesday, November 1, 2006
Mountain of Iridescence
It stands stolid, majestic, and dispassionate most days. Sometimes, it is cloaked in fog, and other times it is bleached through haze. On clear days, a flock of crows circle its summit. On this particular day, it stood emblazoned against an azure sky lightly swept with mares' tails. Like a patchwork...
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