Skiing Niseko
A Resort and a Test
Great volcanic spire
Showed me how to love the snow
Hiding great stone flanks.
About the Creator
Stéphane Dreyfus
Melanchoholic.
It’s just me. Growing old and wrong. A time lapse bonsai soul, clipped and curtailed in all the worst ways.
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Ever want to...?
"Ever want to just forget it all and just stand and gaze...gaze in wonder at the unbridled majesty on display for all of us to see for free?" she punctured the steady and easy silence with a wistful quality to her question. "We share that same longing, you know. The longing to leave this city behind. For the city, in all its manufactured glory, achievement and advancement, does not offer the best location, the best setting to stare up into the great unknown and bask in the uncertainty and wild opportunity it offers. Neither is it the best place to experience the celestial dance of an eclipse. All that smoke and the heaven-piercing structures and environmental destruction cuts through the inspiration and overshadows the awe." I replied, reassuringly stroking her cheek and smiling warmly into her eyes.
By Paul Stewarta day ago in Poets
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