They stand tall.
They have always been there, towering.
Their secrets are released only when you expend your energy.
They are powerful, dangerous.
They hold more intrigue than anyone has seen.
Beautiful expressions flower on their surface, bearing sustenance.
They father all life.
They move in a rhythm all their own.
Life below flourishes according to their changing seasons.
They are hard, crumbling.
They have always been there, supported by the earth.
Music flows ceaselessly across their crags, amazing tourists.
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