In the distance, the mountains rise, beacons for the weary, whispering tales of journeys, carved by time, wind, and rain, each peak a testament to endurance, each valley a cradle of life, the heart of nature beats strong.
- Lawrence Ferlinghetti
In the distance, the mountains rise, beacons for the weary, whispering tales of journeys, carved by time, wind, and rain, each peak a testament to endurance, each valley a cradle of life, the heart of nature beats strong.