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You stand at the top of a mountain
Waiting to get
there
Sparkling diamonds shimmer in the light
Of a sapphire blue
sky,
As if waiting for something,
As I plummet toward the ground,
The
diamonds swoosh up
like sand in a swirling wave
my breath is like the icy
wind rushing out of a cove,
as if held captive for years,
movement and
thought seemingly suspended in time
as I reach the icy bottom
