Damien Rayuela

Swampy plains,
rocky hills,
dense forests,
misty peaks,
slippery moss,
snowy mountains,

I stride along,
crawl,
climb,
wander,
stagger,
freeze,

From up the Clamaig
the sea is the ring of the Cuillin
the lakes their mirrors

Up, down, through the landscapes
my mood is like the weather
four-seasons-in-a-day.

After the rain comes sun again.

— Isle of Skye, Scotland
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