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Oct 2015
Today,
I am a mountain,
falling victim to nothing but the
wind with a spine like my eldest pine tree.
I inhale strength and reflect courage for all to
admire and climb. Finally, everybody can see me.
When the clouds melt into the sky, that is when I am most
noticed.
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