The Call

A weary soul longs for mountain air

By A. GracePublished about a year ago • 1 min read

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Heavy, weary soul

Where chaos disrupts the mind

Calls for the mountain

nature poetry

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A. Grace

I'm a writer, native to the Western U.S. I enjoy writing fiction and articles on a variety of topics. I'm also a photographer, dog mom, and nature enthusiast.

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