“It’s not just a question of conquering a summit previously unknown, but of tracing, step by step, a new pathway to it.” – Gustav Mahler
“Keep close to Nature’s heart… and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.” – John Muir
Thigh-high
I was thigh-high in
Brambles
Claude, monsieur Aristead et moi
Climbing mount Saint Pierre
The sun beat down on us
Le ciel jamais plus bleu
Thorns scratched at me
Tearing my shirt
And flesh
Till blood trickled
Down my arms
Warm, sticky – yet
Feeling no pain
Still higher we climbed
Un trône de pierre
We have reached its
Crown – our reward
Villeseque et Durban
Tranquility beneath our feet
Intoxicated – together we
Revel in the sunshine
Reluctantly – mais ensemble
We begin our descent
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Bisous,
Léa
