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These strange journey's began with all the needs. The roads beamed of adventures, some bright some dark, without knowing what to expect. Things passing so quickly it could only mean be patient in time it will unwind.
Landmarks, some big some small. Favorites were bells, larger than life. The tower touched the sky, velvet grass teased beneath six young feet.
This short frolic held a memory with wind in our hair.
When the mountains were near, roads got thin, one wrong move would drop us all into an abyss. This could have been a journey to savor rather than fear.

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