2012- 9- 16
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رد: last year......old plan group
Mike Hillyard stood on the terrace of the hotel leaning on a long stone balustrade under which big beds of scarlet salvia were fiery in the thunder gloom of late afternoon , idly watching the lake and the mountains beyond . A mountain shaped like sugar cone rose from straight across the water , wreathed at the very top with a grey halo of cloud. From the foot of it every minute or so , storm signals darted out like orange soundless fireworks. The gloom was also purple, the lake water momentarily iridescent where low light from breaking clouds struck it . Far off, a solitary slip of sunlight caught a singles low alpine meadow and turned it into a flag of such luminous emerald brilliance that that it too might have been some sort of signal to the opposite shore .Behind the hotel the tempestuous rain of early afternoon had turned a mountain stream into a ferocious white-green torrent that he could hear crashing down its many waterfall steps like a continuous echo of the earlier thunder .
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