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The Mountain and Mohammed Even with its peak in the clouds the mountain knew Mohammed wasn't coming. Rocky and resilient, the mountain faced no difficulty shaking the snow off its shoulders, closing off a couple caves. Who was this Mohammed anyway, this whole religious fervor? The mountain saw itself only a mountain, Mohammed just another man who would not come, nor climb. But in the end, the mountain was only a cliché, running to Mohammed in the rain, worn down flood by flood, rolling rock by boulder, until nothing but a vast, gritty plain fit for Mohammed's sandaled tread. —Jennifer Gomoll |
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