dailyflicks:They struggled up hillsides where branches are bare,They climbed up past rock-faces grip

dailyflicks:They struggled up hillsides where branches are bare,They climbed up past rock-faces gripped by cold.The clouds were high up, but murky beneath them,Mist shrouded the moors, melted on the hills.Each summit wore a hat, a huge cloak of mist.Streams foamed and splashed down the slopes around them,Breaking white against the banks as they rushed downhill.- SIR GAWAIN AND THE GREEN KNIGHT by anonymous -- source link
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