Let spring make its way into March, now that winter has made its mark. The flowers do grow and birds sing but mountains will crumble and earth quake.

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These machines and the guns we’ve made and the power we’ve bestowed upon ourselves. Well it cannot overcome the forces of these waves or construct mighty peaks like she can. 

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How the sun shone on the lake and you saw the dragonfly breathe fire blue. But those memories the nostalgia you feel, how strawberries will never taste the same. 

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They can not undermine the fear that you felt when they said don’t look down but you did. Remember mountains are bigger than you.