These are my own definitions arranged in the previous poem. Earth, water, wind, fire. What are you, then?
I'm probably fire with some dirt thrown in.
That's funny, because they're sworn rivals. But my personality tests always came out that way. Maybe that's why I talk to myself so much. One part is trying to convince the other.
The picture is a oil painting from one of my favorite places on earth. It's just off the continental divide just over the ridge from Rocky Mountain National Park. We often camp just outside the wilderness gate. It's an hours hike to Lost Lake and a half day hike to Lake Bowen. I've done several drawings and paintings in the area.
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