Those Mountains!


Yes those mountains, outside my front door, with mist rolling over them, water flowing from them, their mass over us on the Yilan plane, the natural wealth blossoming forth across the flat lands, between rock and ocean.

Held back by concrete and chainsaws

Ageless and foreboding.

Thanks for reading, Sam.

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