Mountain mornings begin before you do. Something rustles, something calls back, and the light does that thing that makes you forget your to-do list.
I could get used to a slower pace. I suspect a lot of us could.
Mountain mornings begin before you do. Something rustles, something calls back, and the light does that thing that makes you forget your to-do list.
I could get used to a slower pace. I suspect a lot of us could.
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