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I love this poem. It reminds me of why I love Seattle so much-- yes, it's
cold and rainy and foggy and half the time you don't even know the Mountain
is there.... but wow, every now and then it appears and you realize how
close we all are here to nature and that the world is full of magic. "Grey
is the price of neighboring with eagles/ Of knowing a mountain's vast
presence, Seen and unseen."
Elisabeth Keating from United States