Just Go

A vast expanse of mountains and wall. The snaking path, gave an open invitation feel; go on, trek on. Up, down and over the hills without another thought. Each glance back, amused at our inability to easily point out our last resting spot.

With my feet perched precariously atop ruined rocks, I took a slow thankful breath; the wind had calmed. The building sense of isolation, broken by a lone helicopter cutting through the still blue canvas of sky.

I may have questioned coming here, but now I believe more firmly than ever: do things and go places that even you never thought you wanted.

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