The Rush

I’m high. On the edge of a mountain range where I can almost touch the full white clouds on cerulean blue. Shadows creep like giant amoebas across the landscape. Silence broken by bird calls, by my heartbeat. It’s been a journey to get here. Two years of tiny steps. Now I am dancing in the wind like a wild thing. Bare feet on solid rock.

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