Rough rocks rolled the mountain top. Down down picking up speed and friends along. Grassy patches slowed the herd down here and there, leaving some to nest in. Branches were crushed, twisted and moved - physically and mentally. Bugs and beetles escaped for their tiny lives to all three-sixty sides. Trees got bent under growing moving weight. Cliffs abandoned their mountain mother leaving in direction down, down, down. People scattered too late in an awe admiration of an avalanche.

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