Day 1280, in the distance.

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The mountains

I see

far away

have new snow

on their peaks

in thin air

~

while the sun

still shines

~

they tell me

to gather wood

and warm the house

for the coming winter

Day 1091, different.

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It started out as one, all the same

in time some told to go, change

falling to be replaced, worn down

still together in being, different.

Nochrisis

Day 1082, Cold mountains.

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Life, thinly spread out in the valleys of white mountains and dark soil.

The loneliness here is in its nature close when the silence takes you.

And the cold coming from the mountains gives you a harsh calm.

Nochrisis

Day 1057, a new track.

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A road, lost in a vast landscape, under just fallen snow.

On a morning where the world still sleeps,

and an early sun draws shadows on the hills.

I see this all, smell the cold air, and walk in careful silence towards my destination,

where a white shroud is brushed away in thoughtful patterns.

The night is gone, we role forwards to make a new track and find soil.

Nochrisis

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