The peaks and valleys
give a mountain dimension.
YOU are a mountain.
How does it work?
Wow
More stories from Annie Edwards and writers in Poets and other communities.
And my dad whispered to “remember the mountains.” He will meet me there.
By Annie Edwards 3 years ago in Poets
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