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Hills to the west are blue and dusky, the unseen Appalachian Trail along the ridgeline, a secret path. Suddenly, the clouds break and the hills are captured in the harsh light of mid-day sun. Colors of red, brown, yellow, green are revealed in all their secret beauty, as if a woman had lifted her skirt and shown her ankles and bare feet to run quickly away. Gone again as the cloud moves back across the sun, returning secrets to where they belong, hidden under her skirt.
Frog
