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Sep 2020
We came to the valley to absorb the glory
of the Alps. Wordsworth succumbed
to the sublime here. Now we all romanticize
nature. But the sublime overwhelms;
it is too grand, too large, too dark, too menacing.
The mountains soar,
overflowing the bounds of what
the scrawny human spirit
can take in.
Arlice W Davenport
Written by
Arlice W Davenport  M/Kansas
(M/Kansas)   
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