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They weren't waiting for me
but the mountains were
wearing snow against the blue
backdrop of cloudless sky,
their peaks still commanding
the wide and grassy valley.

On their sides the uncountable
pine trees were singing beside
brimming creeks that tumbled
over boulders becoming falls
that plunged and glittered,
and the resolute stone walls
still reflected--here red there silver--
a magnificent shining.