Saturday, August 13
Like a cocoon, this mountain held me close.
"Farewell to all my friends, who I (may) never see again;
You have made me who I am, and I will try hard not to forget you.
"It is perfectly unclear where I will be this time next year.
Let's fight fire with my fear, then run away."
(Photographs courtesy of Katherine Kitfield)
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