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\ I climbed my way up the little telegraph hill
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/ to see a mountain I had made along the way


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days grew to years on the peak

a wave following downward

washing towards the earth

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At the mercy of nature

igniting the will to begin again

pushing through repeated existence

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\ epiphany seeps in each day
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/ I must confront the levity in each breath