Filtered light flanks the edges of curved hills
Bleeds into long shadows cast by ridged peaks that stand to attention at our sides
And the broken back of land that hugs against us soaks in the dying rays of day
We wind through the valley, slits of shade and light flickering through the window
Till the sun dips low and fades beyond our reach and there is no more shadows and light
Only shadows
and then
Only night
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