A beautiful view
after a treacherous climb…
It was all worth it.
How does it work?
That is beautiful Annie!
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Enormous. Heavy. Mountains are not meant to move. This load is not yours.
By Annie Edwards 3 years ago in Poets
I held it in my hands Tightly squeezing my grip so it would not get out I could feel it struggle as the light that fed it disappeared
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That is beautiful Annie!