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| Where are you going, climbing higher Barren peaks? You look tired, heavy. What do you want to do? Lie down amidst flowers? What is lower, what is higher? All is effort. Just stand tiredly. Too worn to collapse for Fear it will be permanent - and In the wrong place. |
| But what other place? Why not amidst flowers wonder. A little lower, a little higher but Away foolish ambitions. Some effort, yes, but it is safe, Known territory, rich in itself Sometimes alone, but not always. Oh, but to climb. But not alone. |
| Where are you going ? |
| Photo by Jon Cowee |
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