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Dec 2015
i sit on top of the world

it took me a while to get there
but the view alone is worth it

seeing all that is below
all i have overcome
and looking back to where i started

i breathe deeply
with the sun beaming down on me
my hair whipping around my face
the cold wind makes me new

i take one last look before descending
remembering
but knowing
that i will be on top at least once more
Smudged Ink
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