The way is not quite clear there's a thin mist and it's not entirely sunny but I know the sun is up there, it's that cold really suddenly I can see you walking towards me and then I realize I've been walking to you all this time.
I can find all the exuberance I need in a mountain view.
Paths of green grass, the smell of the earth, threes, a trail that goes up.
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