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Dec 2020
Stood I beside the hillside that stood so tall.
From my feet at the base, stared my eyes to the peak
from the hill did I witness:
Jagged rock jutting from graves
Pine spitting upon me
And sky, crawling from shaded edge.

I knew what I saw was where I had been,
so too was I aware it was where I'd be.
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Andrew  20/M
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   JWolfeB
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