Over thy Yonder

Over thy yonder, my eyes do ponder, a symbol strength that rivals a father. A glorified reach, stretching thousands of feet upon any sea leveled beach. Strangling fog demands a high seat, as to, almost, intend deceit. Bewildered minds augment an infinite peak. Heights well above the dreams, even us little humans seek. As if a wish from a fountain, I stand in awe, before this dwarven sized mountain.

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