Come, said the mountain with snow-gloved hand, cupped against an arctic wind....
Bring what you will of cold, of chill.... I'll bear it until I'm worn away, then seek the fires beneath my feet and rise once more...
Appreciated. When I see photos or read people's thoughts or opinions, the gates open and these things come through. Same with my novels. I'm always surprised by what the people who show up say or do.... especially the strong willed and fiesty women, and the men who adore them..
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Great shot, amazing light!
Bring what you will of cold, of chill.... I'll bear it until I'm worn away, then seek the fires beneath my feet and rise once more...