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We ride through valley after Valley
What daunting mountains divide
Each sweet whooshing descent
Every heavy boom time climb.

Will we finally pause?
Arrest and rest
Perched on cold peak, taste the setting orange light, slurping every last drop till the green ray prickle prickles our tongue?
To sleep in air till sweet morn rise?

Or will we choose a valley's dim smothering warmth?
Cling to the comfortable
Soothing illusion of hearth and home. No more to climb.
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