The Mountains Were Calling

mountain high 

valley low

orange leaves

earthy scent

sheer beauty

mother nature

wondrous creation

foggy sunrises

slanting sunlight

the edge of forever

gentle slope

snow-capped memories

whispering breeze

appreciate tranquility

I am a Marine Mountaineer

 

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