| Pilgrimage |
| a thin whisper of mist rises from the fields ahead, a light drizzle slickening the gray stone skeletal black branches snatch the wind from the air i wandered through a narrow valley with brown encrusted mountains on either side on a path smooth as glass but less clear once children played in the white drifts building forts and castles and the snow melting into clean water on their coats |
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