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Reminisce of rocky ridges,

  • Writer: Courtenay May
    Courtenay May
  • May 3
  • 1 min read

Monumental mountains move me,

Hiking highest heights,

Foraging forward for the fortitude of feeling full in forests.

I imagine imprinted images: infinite, insurmountable, incalculable impressions. Individuals inviting introspection into ineffable, icy icescapes.


How has home harnessed here?


Having heard her heart heave, humbly.


She sits staring still, so she sees surrounding skies

Singing soft, silvery symphonies, so serene, so sweet.


So souls steadily search summits, seeking sacred serenity,

Soothing, silent, steady beneath my feet.


Courtenay May Excerpt from my memoir.

 
 
 

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