Mountain

Pine Mountian Road

Like a king surveying his domain, the snow capped giant looks over the valley. Cool even in the burning heat of summer, it stands detached and aloof. Trees litter it’s sides, the pines reach up to the sky. The giant dwells above the clouds that float around it, heat and haze gather at the foot of it yet it remains cold. Melting snow and ice make a path down creating the river, cold and clear, trout leap out of the shadows to catch flies. The blue mountain blesses the life that depends on it and curses the life that greed brings.

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