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Air full of mist, frozen trees and iced landscape. Tiny droplets trickling down my face Chill runs down my spine Cotton candy fog fills my eyes As I point ahead to the massive, tall hill. "That is the mountain I will move today" Pulled down my gloves, Shook of the brown rust, It is an impossible journey "and that is why I must"
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Dec 26, 2024
Dec 26, 2024 at 10:33 AM UTC
Uphill
Air full of mist, frozen trees and iced landscape. Tiny droplets trickling down my face Chill runs down my spine Cotton candy fog fills my eyes As I point ahead to the massive, tall hill. "That is the mountain I will move today" Pulled down my gloves, Shook of the brown rust, It is an impossible journey "and that is why I must"
the_good_witch
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Dec 26, 2024
Dec 26, 2024 at 10:33 AM UTC
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