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Dec 2017
Freedom
In the cold breeze
Perched high on the icy stone
Snow glazed lakes spanning for miles
I feel at home
At peace
This is my element
I could touch to tops of trees
And breath unpolluted air
Careful steps to prevent slipping
And falling prey to the beauty of nature
The danger
The peace
The passion
I love it all
I am home
At last
I wrote this while sitting on a giant rock formation overlooking a lake and a forest
Nicole
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Nicole  28/Non-binary/Wisconsin
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