January 09, 2007

A thousand terrible miles

To have traveled so far, from east to west
A thousand terrible miles,
My feet treadiní all Godís surface, his ocean,
his swamps, his slopes and ridges,
To find my self
At last...
A mark in the aching snow,
From whence I beheld through a blue haze,
a world of mountains piled upon mountains.

from Cold Mountain, Film

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