Where the ravens roam, my second home. A peaceful place, my calming space.
Mountains tower toward the sky, each with their summits reaching high.
The terrain it varies, bog, grass, rock and scree but onwards I go, they do not hinder me.
Spurred on by determination, and grit, the sense of achievement as I reach the summit.
A place for reflection, revival and healing, cleansing my soul, there’s no greater feeling.
Alone with my thoughts, at peace with my mind, Earth’s giants, a canvas of mountains like no other kind.
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