Back to the old life.
Going back to my mountains helped a bit to ease the pain of tese months, but now I find myself again out of place, looking for other knights, looking -maybe- for a different order to shape my life in.
Mountains are great to face your fears, your weakness, your true self. You can't lie to the Mountain, you can't lie when you hang, attached to a rock, or when the hut seems to far to be reached. You can't lie when the mountain push you to the edge, when your nerves shake for the tension, when the sweat run down your back mixed to dust and rain. You must be strong for the weaker, and stronger for the stronger.
As always the mountains remember me to be calm and still. Clouds move, rain falls, snow melts. But the Mountain is always there, always still and impassible. Silence broken oly by falling rocks. Silence in my hears, silence in my mind. Silence to clean my thoughts, a white paper to start writing from scratch
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too shy to comment on this one before. .. i understand your love for the mountains now, like the way you describe the mountain here.
you already know, you managed to get me hooked.
unicorns are not really supposed to live in the low lands, there's a secret place high in the mountains, a sanctuary for unicorns, but from the valley i can't see where it is...
plans for the next expedition?
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