The beauty of mountains is that they show so many faces in such little space. We were on a sunny mountainside topped with tufts of dry grass. Then we crossed over a saddle-point on a ridgeline, and this was the new view.
DAILY PHOTO: The Snowy Side of the Mountain
Stand atop the wall. Feel the conch sound. Watch the arrows sail. Survey the killing ground. Know you’ll someday die. As will all, I suppose.…
Land ends in a wall of fog. If you were told it was the end of the universe, you could not prove otherwise. It glides…
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