and hear it gently lapping at the shore.
Like I can see the great mountain peaks,
in sharper focus than the
ancient rolls of the Blue Ridge
that I’m used to.
Like I feel the wooden deck,
peeling away underneath my
fingertips, reminding me that I still stand
even when life picks away at me.
I can see my future
stretching out ahead of me.
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Thank you.