Thoughts that sometime...rhyme: The mountains come out of hiding.

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Sunday, January 15, 2006

The mountains come out of hiding.

The fog wafts gently to the sky where it goes to play with the clouds as sunset draws near smearing dabs of color on the gray puffball canvas. The mountains stand, revealed. Their leader tallest among them clasped deep in wintry embrace. Snow advanced down the sides but did not make the valley where... Sign in to see full entry.

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