Far from man's incredulous gaze, the mountain peaks are ablaze. The sun's rays spray them with sparkling diamonds, rubies, sapphires and emeralds conjured up by the shifting shades of light striking their many and varied facets. Rocky outcrops appear like necklets around their snowy, craggy, necks.
Once from deep in the earth these giants were thrown to take uneven bites at the sky. Cold, thin air, pure as a choirboy's voice is rent with screaming winds, ear splitting silence and sudden, roaring avalanches.
Eagles do not fly this high, leaving the spirits alone to curl and weave themselves into a tangible presence.
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