The mountains sound like the folks in them

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My sister, Brightside, hiked on the AT from Springer Mountain in Georgia to Hanover, NH this year. This a photo she sent me of her friend Kiwi. In the shade of a box store in a trail town, this is one of many breaks from the trail where they restocked their food and supplies, and did the occasional laundry load.
Passing Through a Small Town
by David Shumate
Here the highways cross. One heads north. One heads east
and west. On the comer of the square adjacent to the
courthouse a bronze plaque marks the place where two Civil
War generals faced one another and the weaker surrendered.
A few pedestrians pass. A beauty parlor sign blinks. As I tum
to head west, I become the schoolteacher living above the
barber shop. Polishing my shoes each evening. Gazing at the
square below. In time I befriend the waitress at the cafe and
she winks as she pours my coffee. Soon people begin to
talk. And for good reason. I become so distracted I teach my
students that Cleopatra lost her head during the French
Revolution and that Leonardo perfected the railroad at the
height of the Renaissance. One day her former lover returns
from the army and creates a scene at the school. That evening
she confesses she cannot decide between us. But still we spend
one last night together. By the time I pass the grain elevators
on the edge of town I am myself again. The deep scars of love
already beginning to heal.

I’ll leave you with this Mountain Song from Danny Connolly & friends!

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