In the distance she saw the mountain, its peaks enveloped in a confusion of white wings. They swirled like May-ribbons, entranced and attracted by the safe, rocky ledges but ever recoiling from the cold surface. She made her way within the whirlwind of weathers, edging closer to mountain path. It arched away from her and she gazed up, up to the crags that held such dear treasure.
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