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Dear Mountain:

This year you have been a shelter.

A hard winter on heavy rains, climbing rocks and herbs to reach the roof, a difficult summer making deals with the sun to not dry out all the vegetables, however the most precious year & air, where a move is a breath of life and beauty, knowledge and essence.

I feel richer than ever, finding my way in this meaning of life.

If you laugh I laugh,

If you spin I would spin,

If you cry I'll cry.

thank you...