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Aug 2020
Mistily drifting
Through lazily flowing
Streams.

Morning mountains
Wave a warm welcome,
Hiding the torturous glare
Of the oppressive morning sun.

These white mountain mornings
Surely are the best.
Naming poems is hard, but I really don’t know what’s happening to what because they’re all “Untitled”

I’m remembering when I climbed mt. Washington a year ago. I’m actually trying to climb all 48 4k footers in NH, then I’m going to go back to Washington and do the hardest trail (i did the second hardest last year)
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