Elephant Mountains
See grainy, textured landscapes of roughened gorse and heather washed by an all-encompassing misty drizzle, the wind piercing my threadbare wrap dissolving the marrow of my elephant bones.
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The Ballads of a Cormorant Fisherman
Just another Pure Goodness site about Life, Love and Meaning