Running away from Typewriters.
March 22nd 2016 The wind blows gently through the forest.
Birds sing in the branches.
Lush green mountain sides fade into snowy peaks,
The trees get consumed by the high slopes.
We are running.
Higher and higher we run until the mountain stops.
A towering peak soaring above the dark clouds.
An incredible view - the end of the world and beyond.
The dynamic path crumbles.
Loose rocks disl
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