Mount Rainier

The mist hangs

like the trail

left from a ghost’s whisper.

 

Its fingers envelop the mountainside –

a gentle caress

as it flows down the cliffs.

 

Beads of moisture

cling to the pines –

the remnants of a kiss.

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