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Vail
Gliding through the veins of America
We descended into a cold and tranquil valley;
Gazing up at a rocky ridge,
Blanketed in crisp, white crystals tightly-woven,
An alpine fleece untrodden, soft and coy
Sovereign and seemingly cognizant
Of its own greatness
Lilac clouds drift carelessly above us
Allowing for precious windows
Of velvety chiaroscuro;
Sleepy evergreens bathed in golden light
Line the road home in veiled pragmatism— impending
For a moment
We forget the woes of the world
The sun is behind us now
Beckoning our inevitable return
To this peaceful place,
Where life lies suspended in fleeting languor
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