Womanhood in Mountains

And there she stood, stronger than the storm

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There she was, carrying the weight of the sky on her back, making the earth grumble under her feet; all the while her face remains unchanging — a gentle beauty and a magisterial air — like the autumn breeze sweeping you off your feet.

Her soul resides in harmony with the universe; her strength can crumble and reform the ground. Like the steep, sloping sides of mountain ranges, she held the frame of life chiseled by the hands of God, as her body becomes one with the horizon while the moon and stars watch in awe of her bare beauty.

She can make the forests fall to their knees with her fierce spirit that never decays, like raging wildfire in the summer and fall. Her breath can make the daisies sigh and the oceans murmur in delight. Her touch can sear your skin, like sunlight meeting the summit.

She is a force of nature—one with the skies and seas—with the range and freedom of mountains, stronger than the highest terrains.

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