home found in wind-clean mountaintops
standing tall in thinning air.
home found in basins of dusty pines,
shafts of sunlight filtering through branches above.
home found in barren trails,
wandering through empty heights.
home found in untroubled streams
winding through slopes of curving boulders.
home found in misty breaths
drifting through a nighttime valley.
home found in a murmuring breeze
whispering promises of shuddering pine-tops.
home found in silver hills,
time-stained cliffs gleaming in early gold light.
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