Gray heights of mourning
Peaks of treeless, stony crags
Terrain of no breath
How does it work?
GREAT IMAGERY!
I love the imagery here, get a real sense of the rough terrain that a mountain range has :)
Wow!
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GREAT IMAGERY!
I love the imagery here, get a real sense of the rough terrain that a mountain range has :)
Wow!