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I stood there. Staring. A snow-capped peak stared back. I became exceedingly captivated. Captivated by the thought that he and I existed; Existed now. Existed here. Existed together. I became a shell. A shell filled with explosive joy. And I could no longer become underwhelmed. Nor could I become whelmed. I lived. I will never believe in myself more, Never trust in Creation more, Never be enveloped in the stillness more Than I did in that moment. Glimpsing that skyline. Staring down a mountain.
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May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 5:26 PM UTC
Staring Down a Mountain
I stood there. Staring. A snow-capped peak stared back. I became exceedingly captivated. Captivated by the thought that he and I existed; Existed now. Existed here. Existed together. I became a shell. A shell filled with explosive joy. And I could no longer become underwhelmed. Nor could I become whelmed. I lived. I will never believe in myself more, Never trust in Creation more, Never be enveloped in the stillness more Than I did in that moment. Glimpsing that skyline. Staring down a mountain.
jennamarie
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May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 5:26 PM UTC
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