descent

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2026

 

On the way down,

the mountain grows taller behind me.

Perspective is a trickster like that.


I feel lighter, though

nothing in my pack has changed.

Only the weight of my thoughts has shifted.


At the trailhead,

I turn once more to

the looming shape above me.


The mountain says nothing.

And somehow,

that is enough.







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