Immediately to the east of Fangshan stands two prominent peaks called Milk Hill.
The final peak stands quite proud of the regular ice and we pondered the way up.
In a night of early winter I had walked out on Lykabettos, when the peak stood black against thick-sown stars.
On the bare slopes and peaks stand houses like castles that change size, or vanish, when you blink.
They were trees, emergents whose blunt peaks stood two hundred feet above the forest floor and well above the general canopy.
The peak stood needle-pointing into the sky-probably, the boy thought bitterly, looking closer than it was.
A sharp peak, rising to a height of 95 m, stands about three km west of this point.
The peak stands at an elevation of 4,374 m (14,350 feet, previously 4,356 m) and is under permanent snow cap.
The peaks stood all around them, fantastic walls and barriers that seemed ready-waiting?
In their place stood a tall, angling peak.
