if I could be anything, anything at all, I would be a mountain. Why I thought of that first I'm really not sure. It just makes sence. Every morning on my way to work I look out to the mountains to the east of town and long to be there. The sun is still down but there is enough light to sillouette the range. It never gets old, no matter how old they are.


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