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 Fishtail Mountain by Blueblood Slowly as the sun sneaks out of dark horizons, the dissolving veil of night seems to evaporate. In reaction to sunbeam's tickling it's rock-ice face, Fishtail displays its blazing blood-red grimace. The crimson aura gathered off the starboard soon fades to a tint of magnificent gold, and then to silver, as dawn matures, radiates to a breathtaking crystal azure. Serenity-swathed surroundings give an air of fluid self-meditation but breaking the silence emerge baby ducks--quack-quack-quack--flocking the water, bringing to mind a harbinger of the first dawn. The majestic mountain looks down it's own reflection onto the horizontal mirror of Lake Fewa's blue-green surface. Awed by the vista, I sit by an aromatic wildflower across I listen to the soothing orchestra of pebbles--plip-plop-plip-- as I toss them one after another on the Lake's membrane, chipping thin slices of water as they bounce in dieing trajectories, finally, tumbling down under, searching for Fishtail's scarlet, gold, and silver that just disappeared.
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