A Mountain

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Me on top of a mountain in the English Countryside. 

A mountain is a strange and awful thing… They are portions of the heart of the earth that have escaped from the dungeon down below, and rushed up and out. For the heart of the earth is a great wallowing mass, not of blood, as in the hearts of men and animals, but of glowing hot, melted metals and stones. And as our hearts keep us alive, so the great lump of heat keeps the earth alive: it is a huge power of buried sunlight, that is what it is.

The Princess and Curdie, by George MacDonald

 

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