The mist floats quietly weaving lazily between the foothills as it has for many moons and its from here up above high on the hill standing in the morning sun that they watch like their ancestors had before them the mist rises up to greet them from the valley down below a cool breeze washes over their faces their manes dancing on the air this is how it has always been their spirits running wild and free like the mountain stream moving silently through the morning mist
Posted on: Sat, 26 Apr 2014 03:55:52 +0000
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