Mountain, stoic, solid, staggering. I free climb in awe of you. Timid, I ascend. Parts of you open. My fingers and toes take hold on your stoic rock face, spine of your spirit. But I, too eager, slip.┬áNo rope to spot my fall. Harder, I grip. Upward, I embrace the expanse of you: cold slate,... Continue Reading →

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