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Warm, inviting rays
Touching Kacheliba Hills
Coyly, ever tenderly
Peep through door hinges
Cowbells, hyraxes shriek
Morning’s seduction
For a prompt, Haiku Heights Challenge
We are at this moment, fellow pilgrim, treading on the boulders of this hill upon weathered rocks and rotting roots to smell a whiff of nature’s scent or to spot footprints on molten lava.
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