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Oct 2016
Eight thousand feet into the sky
I feel like myself again
I can breathe the air here
There’s paint on my arms again
Where it belongs
Perpetually staining my skin
Seven thousand feet into the sky
I leave everything behind me
I am free and calm and relaxed here
Music harmonizes with my heart and the mountains
The sound the wind makes as it caresses the trees
Six thousand feet into the sky
I am as tall as the towering trees
And I’m looking down their vast frames
The world around me spins a moment
I experience the same feeling you get when you
Stand near a lot of tall trees and look up
You lose your balance and you’re falling
But you’re not, you’re fine
I realize I’m not just as tall as the towering trees
I am one of them
Five thousand feet into the sky
I am in the fog, the fog that’s kissing the trees, trees, trees,
And the road ahead is fading into smoke
I am a bird's eye
Staring through the fog at the trees and beyond
An eagle's eye
I can see well through the fog
Turning
We’re dancing a duet- we’re doing right now
In this car
Three thousand feet up
Coming down off the mountain and suddenly we’re
back
                  in
                                      ­          Civilization
Amanda Brader
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Amanda Brader
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