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I make my way
Deep in the mountains
Where wells of words
Spring up like fountains
A quiet place
Sequestered from the chaos
Where my calloused heart
Can open its layers
Where I can soften
In the delicate morning dew
And cast my eyes over
The astonishing view
And feel the rumbling
From beneath my feet
As words rush up
Ever eager to greet
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