Like lice in a pelt
-Notes from my mountaintrip-
They descend like lice in a pelt,
along his white, steep flanks,
carving their parallel trails.
Wait till he quakes and brings them down in a white avalanche.
We tend to forget that we walk on the backs of giants.
Rhyming and versing while inhaling a spaghetti bolognese on a mountain top,
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