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May 2014
Top of the mountain
legs a little weaker than at the bottom
but they burn with a deep understanding of the cracks,
the crevices,
the rocks
you had to climb to get here.

Dad said when you hit the top you could see the heavens
but there is no God here
save for the tranquility,
the peacefulness,
the absolute stillness
of an ancient and graceful piece of rising rock and land.

Built by the winds and a deep understanding of the globe,
well before a piece of omnipotent divinity could find it,
standing the test of time,
the test of faith,
this peak remains for your feet to climb.
To discover the greater resiliences of the world
unrestricted by humanity's prayers.
Meghan
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