The mountain is everything it can be; there is nothing else it can be, but everything that is a mountain is also me running along the farmer's path being careful with my knees. I am the field of rapeseed when running on two legs, breathing heavily, noticing the dark shadows, the golden highlights, as the enjoyment of the setting sun is deeply thinking about missing you loping along beside me, also being everything you are, you the smiling field, the path thinking, as I know that I am you missing me.
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