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Nov 2017
The year gets later,
The air grows colder,
The pack gets heavier,
The trails grow longer,
The hours get earlier,
The elevation gets higher,
The minutes pass faster,
The friendships grow powerful.
My heart grows stronger
With each summit.
10/27 Inktober prompt: Climb
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Subconscious on Parade
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