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I think the mountains have swallowed me up again,

Nostalgia fills me and my feet walk me through broken branches.

Sadness suddenly leaves my side as I trudge through the snow,

My destination is the mountaintop.

Here, my demons can't breathe at this altitude,

I leave them at the bottom snarling at the mountainside.

I climb and make footprints alongside the deer and rabbits,

The slope beginning to get steeper making me more determined.

I smile to myself as I make this clumsy climb,

The clouds opened just enough to shed light on the path ahead.

The thoughts of my past adventures are sent to me on a direct line,

Things that make me want to laugh and cry at the same time.

I make it to the top in victory,

And my eyes take in the wondrous valley.