A dark shape filled the old tarmac road,
a vulture lazily circled, eyeing the object that sat without sound,
humans called it impractical, noisy, and dangerous,
yet here it sat, without a sound not moving,
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I climbed to the top.
The tallest Mountain.
I have climbed.
I have breathed the fresh air.
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Swish Swash, the blue water lapped at my feat.
The Sounds of the ocean, wind, and seagulls like a drummers beat.
I walked along feeling the sand between my toes.
I looked down starring down in astonishment.
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Winter Night and The Three Little Men.
The Fire burns bright,
While the woods turn to night.
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