The Matterhorn

Overlooking Glaciers

By Andrea LawrencePublished about a year ago • 1 min read

Photo by Joshua Earle on Unsplash

Mountain of the Alps,

pyramidal and glacial

with four steep faces.

nature poetry

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Andrea Lawrence

Freelance writer. Undergrad in Digital Film and Mass Media. Master's in English Creative Writing. Spent six years working as a journalist. Owns one dog and two cats.

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The Matterhorn

Overlooking Glaciers

About the Creator

Andrea Lawrence

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Nice work

Top insights

Compelling and original writing

Easy to read and follow

Eye opening

Masterful proofreading

On-point and relevant

Comments

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