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The Mountain

Tom Stevenson
1 min readApr 24, 2019

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The wind whistles through my hair,

As I breathe in the mountain air.

Soaring peaks all around me,

Small villages beneath me.

My heart thumping as I slowly ascend the peak,

My mind thinking ahead to what I’ll be doing next week.

The sores on my feet begin to ache,

Maybe it’s time to stop for a break.

As I look down from the summit,

I lose myself for a little bit.

I am at one with nature,

And nature is at one with me.

Life is good, life is beautiful.

Just the way nature intended.

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