Shannon MullenThat’s what mountains do, they taunt you, lure you to the freedom of the wilderness, and it is fucking exhilarating.
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Sometimes, as we walk behind the mountains and enjoy their beauty, we forget that they are there. They can’t help but call out to us. "Try me!" And through the lure of freedom, we sometimes forget our path. But when we return to our path, the mountains will continue to taunt us. They will remind us of the freedom that was lost in pursuit of freedom.
Source: See What Flowers
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