The Homecoming
The royal robes of winter’s night tightly bind me in its blue-black grip; and shadow of majestic mountains kneel on the banks of frozen rivers, its cracked ice, like braided lace hemming the barren...
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I stride the gently sloping foothills of the hollow, Boots damp and darkened by the morning dew. Diminutive and insubstantial beneath blue ridges. Overhead, Grandfather mountain stands sentinel; His...
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