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The Mountain Was Whispering Golden Tones to Its Clouds, Then, the Majestic Orange Star Said

The Mountain Was Whispering Golden Tones to Its Clouds, Then, the Majestic Orange Star Said 'Good Night'

How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains!

John Muir (1838 – 1914)

How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains!

John Muir (1838 – 1914)
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absolutely beautiful!

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Beautiful picture - beautiful words !!

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Nice work, an exceptional shot.

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