I wonder what the cloud can see, looking down on the mountain's heads.

July 23rd, 2013, 4pm

It was 36.7°C with few clouds. There was moderate breeze.

I think he is one mountain with many heads. He had so much fun pushing the first head through the soil that he made another. This one a rocky crest. And then another, a slope-shouldered bowl cupping a lake.

They say these are living mountains because they grow and change subtly each year.

I think he squirms in his dreams, remembering the pleasure of rumbling up out of the earth for the first time.

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Jess Hutton

I write. I don't like shoes. I do like cheese.

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