Deep Time


The mountain’s edges are cut glass, carved by the thousand-year grind of glaciers, softened by ten thousand years of wind. It looms, lopsided, jagged, hunched behind the swaying trees.

It watches the children play and listens to the echo of their laughter, fleeting joy in the winter air.

This is for Three Line Tales. Thanks to Sonya for running the challenge and Priscilla du Preez for providing the prompt photo!

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