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Feb 2011
These mountain cliffs
are a precipice of stone
where time is in no hurry
to finish what it began to sculpt
eons ago in this high back wash
that is a murmur of untold tales
available to a passing cloud.
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Perig3e
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Perig3e  Appalachian mountains
(Appalachian mountains)   
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