Running the daylight down.

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Cloud mist rising from the distant valley,
chilled by the crisp wind,
the melting snow in the highlands,
the constant.

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Condensing in the needles of twisted pines,
runnels criss-crossing waterlogged bark,
rivulets in centuries old granite shelves,
tumbling down nameless cliffs.

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Liquid ice collecting in pools,
cascading into bottomless canyons,
tracing untold miles of lowland riverbed,
return to the beginning of all things.

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