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She sits on a stone on top of the mountain gazing at universe around her,  a cascade of mountain stands in front of her and the trees between the mountain stand like brave soldiers going to battle.

 Everything was big and vast and the image of a woman pops out of the cloud holding a baby and looking at the world; layers and layers of Mountain stood firm and honor her with dignity from the ground.

The mystical clouds in the skies continue to drift by and the people at the gate created a commotion over a man that stole his lovers identify. 

He was driving her car and he hangs out at the bar, and maxed out her credit card. The brawl went from the gate and ended in the lane, fist and stick, punches and bruises land two contenders in the hospital bed.

Their broken jaw and broken nose spilt blood in the bed and the doctor had to perform an emergency operation. She saw it all in living colors from the mountain. Her mind is sharp and she can predict a situation before it happens.  

Her journey began in the African jungle more than thirty years ago, when a tiny observation of a single blade of grass led her to discover some mountain horse. 

 Their eyes were like blazing fire and they had long feet that could leap over a six meter barrier, they had the mannerism of an unfulfilled wife and the countenance were like a manipulating man but they were far being human.   

Their thick white hair stood firmly like razor in their back and their feet sounded like an army marching around the track, their movements are swift, their precisions are sharp and if you observe them in the dark,  you will discover the secret to caves.  

Their bodies are laden with symbols and their eyes are sharp as eagles; she spends hours talking with them while she bushed their hair and oil their curious bodies .

The sage you see on top of the mountain is not a run over, she has knowledge and wits and the spirit of a fearless warrior.

The mountain sage is waiting for you, if you count from one to three your dreams will come true.
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