What has moved the mountain ever so slightly?
A breeze? Movements of my creaky old wood floor? One of my children looking out my window to see what's going on in the hood and inadvertantly knocking it? The thunder that shook the house a few hours ago?
Hmm, everyday the mountain looks different and the light shines differenly upon it and yet the mountain is still there.
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