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A time ago, short for some, long for most, I came to a land, a land called Thunder Mountain. In this place, I have seen much and have met many, all who are beyond compare, but I did not yet know why they name this land Thunder Mountain. The households, the sounds of thunder as the fighters hit their opponents with weapons as large as mountains, and the arguing, just as loud and massive. These, I believed, are why this land was called Thunder Mountain. As the years went on, those households disappeared. For a time, the weapons fell silent and , fortunately, so did the arguments. I was left once again with that question I entered this land with, until I stood back, watched, listened. I then heart the thunder of each heart in this land as big as a mountain for all who share the Dream and all who wish to know that Dream. Because of their hearts, I love this land, a land called Thunder Mountain.
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