It’s all here, as I sit on the side of a mountain in soft snow and pine needles where the sun has melted it bare, and the valley drops steep below me and rises across the way to a high mountain ridge, it’s all here as I lounge in a wild all alone in silence, in the solitude, it’s when the quiet comes, my mother would have said there’s nothing out here, but to me it’s all here
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I love this. I envy your setting and solitude. Thanks for sharing!