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I have moved from mountains; therefore, I will move the mountains to me.

They will be drawn upon my wall and remind me of home.

Because I have moved from mountains, the mountains will move with me.

The mountains are me.

I am those mountains.

I am the rising and falling of the arches of those mountains.

The mountains protect my descendants—

those animals that live on trees.

And I will move those mountains to safety.

The mountains are sharp like the mind,

but can crumble like a body.

Because I am those mountains.

I was born from the rocks of the earth,

formed from roots, and can touch the clouds.

I am heavenly.

Because I am those mountains, and those mountains are me.

This was written by our contributing writer, Kerah Constantine-Letren.


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