I met my mountain

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I met the mountain

and it met me.

I climbed on its curvy back

and stood on its shoulders.

I played with the ‘klipspringer’

and sang with the birds.

I sailed down its rocky tummy

and stroked my hands through its ‘fynbos’ hair.

I sat on the mountain

and it sat with me.

I met the mountain

I met me.

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