Scanning life's mountains with exacting precision
and accurate visions of it's immensity.
Taken out of context is a misnomer because we
can't separate any one particle from all others.
It is made up of so many textures, senses, odors,
scents, desert plants and hidden desert animals
secreted in caches, caves, rocks, niches and over
edges of cliffs on their way up or down the
mountain.
Steel-like in nature, voluptuous scenery provides
a truly sensual diet for mind's imagination and
subconscious dreams of written prose.
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