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the mountain mountain peaks reach high to touch the first rays of the morning sun the green trees of spring cover the hills like a warm blanket at the peaks, a fog bank is wispy in the early morning sun but as you descend the mountain the fog thickens, blocking out the rays, and clinging to you like the despair in your soul and the drive across the valley takes at least a lifetime or two creeping along, as if reliving the pain of so many long, lonely nights depression and despair holding you back and when you start to climb the far slopes, the fog grasps at you, trying to hold you down like the depression and fear have done for so long and the mountain seems so high, too hard, too far to climb but you persevere, and fog like the depression and despair loses it's grip and the golden light of the new dawn warms your soul again and you can see the beauty from the mountain tops again bob armentrout copyright 2000 ________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com