blue mountains

You can never understand the songs of love to the mountains before you stand near the top of one – staring down and out at the beautiful vast expanse that is the world. Here, the mountains, rising up beside and behind you, the valley, stretching out away to the blurred horizon is all a haze of blue.

Rocks beneath your feet jut out and up – pointing to the skye that french-kisses the earth. Two inches from your death. Giddy dread meets ecstacy.

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