Interlude.6.20

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The sun is rising and the wind is chilling.


We rested and caught our breath. Then I pointed away into the distance and exclaimed:
'It's a mountain, in the clouds!'

Tucked away in the woods and mountains of ridges, capped in glaciers and showered with early morning sun, it glistened in the distance in faint orange, and in testament of its eternity.


Then you replied:
'It's a golden mountain.'

I only saw it once. And maybe just this once.
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