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4d
I find myself at the top of a mountain
Looking out at the peaks
Below and above
Some I’ve climbed, others I never knew existed.

In the blink of an eye

I find myself in the open sky
Winds roaring around me
Rushing past
Am I falling or flying or even moving at all.
Old notebook fragment from a period of upheaval
Written by
Labhrás  25/M
(25/M)   
10
   Eryck and ASLRC
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