A Rocky Mountain Forest

Bright is the light dancing through the rich brown trunks. White and blue sky  everywhere all at once. Organics decaying, granite eroding, cracking under sun, under snow, under acid needles always falling. The pine canopy coarsely brushes the air as a breeze rushes through, listen and you can hear every needle. Everywhere white and blue sky. Everywhere promise and comfort.

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