Fresh rain touched trees along the winding mountain roads.
As the legend goes,
The mountain witch seeks her prey,
Takes flight on her brume.
“Aging gracefully,
Foggy labored memories,
Close by but still missed. “
Fresh rain touched trees along the winding mountain roads.
As the legend goes,
The mountain witch seeks her prey,
Takes flight on her brume.
“Aging gracefully,
Foggy labored memories,
Close by but still missed. “
Two Old Men 
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