It seemed blue all around.
The mountains were much bigger than behemoths, a perfect tower over the beautiful landscape. If you listened on the topmost top of the mountain, you would hear nothing. Nothing at all. It would just be you and the silence; the water lapping up onto the shore way down below you.
You would be able to see the whole ocean and have the urge to dive into it all of a sudden. But you wouldn’t-you’d stay up on the mountain, on top of the world.
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~frassy
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That's not banal, but it's not as interesting as "The Gangs of New York", of course. When'd you do it?
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