Evaporations at 17,000 Ft

I trekked miles, exceeded elevations to get high enough to hear myself think without the clutter daily interruptions To look at one thing see it for its true self purest form   Mountains stained orange defined rusty veins Breath lingers each exhale Smoke  dances from scattered cabins I wonder how they live If their lives …

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