Pauleen Anderson:
[writing a poem]
She dreams of mountains majestic and high, but she wakens to flatness beneath the sky. She reaches for something she can't explain, but they make her come in when she stands in the rain. She has hopes and wishes, she asks, she tries. But when she's alone she cries, she cries. She dreams of mountains she does not know. She needs to see them, she has to go.
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