Breathing Mountains


View from Roan High Bluff

“People in Appalachia insisted that the mountains breathed,
and it was true: the steep hollow behind the farmhouse
took up one long, slow inhalation every morning
and let it back down through their open windows
and across the fields throughout evening —
just one full, deep breath each day.”

Barbara Kingsolver, b. 1955
“A Prodigal Summer”

 

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