Uploaded August 2026 | Updated September 2026, 1 week ago

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A slightly out of tune piano sits atop the green mountains isolated, by time, endless mountains, forest of fir, ferns and flowers, the waters flow cold, even in late august from the past winters snow..

This is just an excerpt of a 45 minute conversation I had with myself.. “ I don’t want to leave, it seems we can’t stay- I promise not to cry, all my questions lead me to why!