Mountain Calls

Raindrops trickle on the whole way down. They slide by one another, asking “how was your day?” The fresh scent tickles my nose. Beds of moss stick out underneath my toes. The mountains call many times a day. I have yet to send back a reply. But she still loves me, so I don’t really care anyway.

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