Silent mountain nights with reflections of a full moon shining toward the sky in a pool of water.
A calm mountain lake, taking the pace of a lover's sight.
Trekking down the trail, looking at the most beautiful ebony night, catching my eye.
Shadows following me into the past, helping me to belong in a place where strangers can't continue to be.
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