Little Goat Mountain morgendlich

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perhaps he climbed to survey, or to hunt. or to look for phaedra, with an eye always toward sagtannet. but often mahler only took these trips to reminisce, to allow himself the hallowed halls of memory into which he did not delve when he was home.
you are an old man, he told himself.
but the stoneflower gaze which beheld the stranger knew him. a scarred boy gone to quiet man, and for a long time he only looked at the child he had once taught.