. Mountains out of molehills and armies out of windmills; and you'll tire yourself in one direction and shatter yourself in the other. My mom doesn’t realize that I’ve got my own style. She had come to despise those who were fertile out of pure jealousy, but could not admit it to herself. Everything was fresh and bright, from the kindly manners of the Frutigen cobbler, who hammered mountain nails into her boots, to the unfamiliar wild flowers that spangled the wayside.
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