Tool Sculpture

 

I awed over a vast sparkling, snow-covered mountain range west of Denver; peak after peak of delicious, summitious, and repetitious nature-sculpture.

Every mountain appeared to have razor-sharp edges, like battered, yet extremely sharp Phillips screwdrivers; pointing into space looking for something they could attach.

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