Mountain has been pressed intro action, different from hill. You know Hill, a ripple under glacial instigation, such memories and tales. Hill realizes a day or so, nothing so human as eternity. And there you are, maybe out of breath, and not nearly grand. You still must think of pace. I seem to linger, says Mountain. Mountains include a center, pointed fire, vital tree, aspirational rock, cloud cover, the vista on the eye, and length of time. Everything present has been made before. Artful volcanoes in the quick of the eye, but anyway, just showing off for the elements. Mountains talk too much, with beastly clouds and riverine plans. Get to know them like a bear. You might find that thing that awaits.
It begins with a scanning of light, a settlement of words. The lightly fracture of Bird sound begins in the office of seeing. Not sentiment but sense, as cool as Green in the Early days. Pasture resists nonpasture, no one Refers to none. All remains including nothing. Morning Is belief and there simply there. Tides go freshly to the point.
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