Beneath the Mountain I
Early one morning at Moraine Lake, I climbed down from the rockpile to an empty shore. A lone canoe moved slowly beneath the immense mountain walls. Rock and forest darkened the water with their reflections. The scene had the muted tones of ink, with a little life in the red of the boat.
清晨的 Moraine Lake，顺着 Rockpile 一路爬下，湖边空旷。湖面只有孤舟一叶，在巨大的山体阴影下缓缓而行。山水墨色，红舟添了些许生气。
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