Tendrils of mist cling to the hills of humility,
Silent, calm, aware, alive,
A soul awakened from a recurring dream,
Fresh invigorating tonic, drawn from beauty's source,
Wooded palace, thrones of rock, faunas purple hue delights,
Delicate smiles illuminate the path,
Light footed, deliberate, hushed, precise......
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