Dear Kevin,

The natural skyscrapers reached way up high in the sky. The white caps were touching the clouds. The rocky terrain would make for a tough trek. They seemed to go on forever and ever. The wind rolled off as the tumbleweed rolled across the street. They are such a beautiful sight but often forgotten. For those living there, they blended into the background. They are so forgotten by residents, but to visitors, they are so elegant. The mountains were a beautiful sight to see and seemed to line the whole city of Boulder.


Nolan Corcoran


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