I am a Kentucky mountain girl far from home, perhaps far from the girl years. Still, my heart longs to return to the top of Low Gap mountain and peer off into the distance; to see the hills rolling and tumbling out before me, and the wind ruffling the trees' leaves, causing them to ripple like waves in some immense pond.
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Rustle of swords in the dawn light Riding the equs beyond the misty mountains Landing safe and sound back in the normal, boring reality.
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