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Born a Mountain you were born a mountain or so you said, your slopes covered with pines and other conifers the air, crisp and sharp. But maybe you were misled like a magic trick you could see every part, every piece but never put the one and the other together. It may be you are a knoll touched lightly by the wind unremarkable, unnoticed. Adam Tod Leverton www.adamtodleverton.blogspot.com


Born a Mountain