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sure that neither will mind my greeting
the other.
Why I came here is a mystery even to
me. I just decided to climb this mountain
today and am glad that I did. Sometimes
the climb is rough, but when the summit is
underfoot all that matters is the view. My
bow and arrows have no need up here, but
down below the elk are calling. I place an
arrow in the crevasse between the ancient
rocks and say a prayer for those who have
gone before me and for those still to come.
The wanderer in me is restless as I begin
my descent to the heavy timber below.
Down there the elk are rutting hard, and I
know the meadow where they might be.
One last wave to the eagle, and a nod of
respect to the Creator of all this, and I
climb back down through the clouds of my
youth to the meadows where the pungent
smell of rutting elk bring me back to my
adult self, even while I still dream of
standing among clouds.
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