Whither the mountains of yesteryear?

The Storialist:

Each year, the mountain loses more
of itself, its footing. Ice fall and avalanche

in place of an unmoving surface. Inside,
stretched and shifting, a piano slipping

out of tune. Mountains of today are not
the mountains of your childhood.

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