a morning

the house wakes up, one by one

words are sparse and soft spoken

the predawn hour calls for quiet purpose

softly everyone prepares

“everyone’s responsible for their own equipment”

words from years ago live on through the generations

the cars roar to life in the darkness

the house is left in the dark, waiting for day

the mountain calls

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