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Not A Meadow, But A Valley

faithless and small,
we stumble towards the mountain
hauling our load of words and sticks
a fraying rope tied
to the sled handle

Go ahead, yell.
Maybe someone on the mountain
is listening maybe someone
will hear and shout back
offer encouragement
directions
or hot cocoa

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