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Crystal images of fluffy clouds, Bright blue skies and white-capped Mountains stand the test of time.

Not some iconic, plastic scenery, not the CGI on the TV. Undeniably crisp and real, the scent of dry desert air, The feel of the cold-brisk wind. An intangible taste of adventure lingers on the tongue, Baking beneath the warm morning sun.

No need for faster things, for hotter rushes of blood, For artificial sweeteners of life. These crystal images of natural things, dug deep In the mind, Weather the unrelenting world, And stand the test of time.