Caspar David Friedrich “Der Wanderer über dem Nebelmeer”
There are whole symphonies waiting to erupt, unseeable landscapes that spring up every time you reach for me. Your touch is all story, all drum beat and legend around the fire. When you leave, ghost worlds are left behind; they whisper and raise the hair on my skin. It is time to ascend the mountain again.
The Poet's Glass 
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