Country Road
The rumbling sound of cars rushing by makes your heart beat faster.
Great pine trees stand at Ben Nevis' feet.
Stones devour the hills of a million years.
The trickling sound of waterfalls echos through the ragged caves.
Soft clouds hug the mountain tops.
The sun starts to set behind bare cliffs.
Light had been stolen, eaten by the hills.
Night time.
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