The Mountain and the Photographer
The fog has risen and crowned the dark, untrodden summits of the mountain. High on each granite altar dies the sound. Somewhere in their peaks they covert their secrets. The mountain seems no more a soulless thing.
A sight to behold.
Eyes cannot fold.
No matter how sophisticated you may be, a large granite mountain cannot be denied. It speaks in silence to the very core of your being.
There, at the top of the mountain I look down at my fears.
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