The Leopard 3rd ISSUE
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The Mountains by Karolina Ros At least they are beautiful, the mountains, my mother said excusing the early evenings, dark days. It has snowed on their tops and shoulders so they look like glazed cakes. The snow like powdered sugar on pastry, like soft cream in contrast with the sharp blue bodies. She explained that the purple and blue and black bodies looked graphic with the lines and squares and diamonds of snow, like woodcuts printed and placed on the horizon. In the morning sun she said they looked like they were on fire, with a golden sunlight halo rocking on their smooth sides. In the evening blush my mother told me the mountains were like women. Lean and soft and warm and welcoming, like our stereotypical women. Now, in the dark night, they are loyal and steady and they come back every morning, dark day. Don’t worry, my mother said.
