It was a beautiful brilliant lovely sunny day with Mt Rainier shining like a star in heaven o my sweet mountain. The Natives called it Tahoma, which means white top. I like Tahoma better. It is sacred, a sacred place. I've hiked around most of it and hiked up it. Not climbed to the summit, no interest. But many many hikes, close encounters with critters, once a mountain goat and a gray mountain fox in the snow. And the snow and the rain. 1000 year old trees.
I would marry Tahoma like the girl who married the bear. Then I would never be cold and I'd reflect the sunrise and the sunset a big bowl of strawberry ice cream.
An early azalea is blooming. Spring o spring and sunlight. Sun makes everything better here in the gloomy northwest land.
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After about 7000 grey days, the sun has come out here, too. Glorious.
Ten minutes ago here it was the most glorious day ever and then I blinked and now it's all gray. What? and How?
You have to have rain like that to create 1000 year old trees. You live in a misty, magical place. I couldn't do it though. I don't think I could.
You could marry that mountain in a secret ceremony. You could pledge your troth with true devotion. Tahoma might not seem to take note, but one never knows. She might be secretly so very pleased.
Sabine-gratitude feel like this.
Mary-and you can be my flower girl.
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