You offered me anywhere.
Earth for a day.
A meadow in India. The mountains of my dreams.
A long sharp pinnacle of ice, a ribbon of cloud.
And lurking within lies golden grass, silent but the rumble bleats of transcendent bodies.
Everything I love I've been fortunate to glimpse it from afar.
I've seen it daily[,] hung in a frame on a wall. Chances are I'll never reach it.
My interest in mountains began with stories of [hero's, of you.
So, no I don't take your offer.]
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'The Offer ' , Page 28, #6, from: National Geographic-Traveler
Song by: Sigrid 'Don't Kill My Vibe'
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