I'm on top of the hill. There's no way of knowing which direction I'll be falling. It's been so hard to go uphill, but I feel like I've faked my way up.
I know I should stop thinking and meander forward, but with a view so beautiful, it's hard to turn your back on it. Sure, every landscape has its shady areas, but it's so easy to overlook those and
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