Relationalisms
Musings and Scraps from the Desktop
i know what it’s like
to be a mountain
to feel the winds
carry me away
breath by breath
year after year
the subtle erosion
of my essence
i know what it's like
to be a mountain
- The Fool
- photo
Windstorm on McKinley
Bradford Washburn 1942
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