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There is a quiet hour Between the mountains When the trees are higher in the crown Than any expectation And life, wildlife, lays bare beneath Resting at the feet of man most kind Be it moved or unshown In this afternoon hour The quiet distance covers the in-betweens And is found there, atop the tops
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Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 5:53 PM UTC
Between The Mountains
There is a quiet hour Between the mountains When the trees are higher in the crown Than any expectation And life, wildlife, lays bare beneath Resting at the feet of man most kind Be it moved or unshown In this afternoon hour The quiet distance covers the in-betweens And is found there, atop the tops
colmistoirm
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Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 5:53 PM UTC
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