Mountain standing tall
Grounded yet still eternal
I climb in envy
How does it work?
an amazing piece, Kenneth👌
This was so beautifully profound. Loved it!
I had to read it three times to understand the depth of your word, great thought!!
excellent entry and love the image
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an amazing piece, Kenneth👌
This was so beautifully profound. Loved it!
I had to read it three times to understand the depth of your word, great thought!!
excellent entry and love the image