Alone

by Karen A. Freeman

Alone....
on a mountain top
breezes blowing my hair
chilling my ears and breath
in freedom.

Alone....
in a busy city
crowds going from place to place
sights to see, and places to play
watching as people rush on.

And then there were six.
But I didn't know because I was gone.

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