“Within minutes my 115-mile walk through the hills becomes a thing apart, a disjunct reality on the far side of a bottomless abyss, immediately beyond physical recollection"
"my heart , its exposed again
It takes precious healed moments"
It takes precious healed moments"
The walk, the hills, the sky, the solitary pain and pleasure—they will grow larger, sweeter, lovelier in the days to come, like a treasure found and then, voluntarily, surrendered. Returned to the mountains with my blessing. It leaves a golden glowing on the mind.”
"time lifted on scented memories
blood rushing waves of stone"
blood rushing waves of stone"
"Its you ...Always, its you
my mountain"
my mountain"
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