I look now, from the middle of the staircase back down at the first steps I had taken, blurred now from the distance. How hard they were, how frustrating, but amazed, I was, at just how far I had come. Memories of the travel echo in my mind, but most of all, the sound I love hearing more than anything: "There's just no way you can do it.",
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