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May 2015
The hill
beckons
willing feet,
take firm steps
on steep slopes.
Rising quickly,
a first view.

Thereafter,
and steeper still,
rocks replace grass,
boots slide on lichened stone.

As mist falls
a sudden chill.
Silence.

Sightless of distance
each 'summit' brings
yet one more.
On Sgor na Ulaidh 994m
Nigel Morgan
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Nigel Morgan  Wakefield, UK
(Wakefield, UK)   
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