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A journal can be heavy to carry on a climb. The blank pages weigh
on you. Putting one foot in front of the other, eyes to the trail, appears to be
what matters most. But just when you think you will leave the book alongside the path,
a friend will brush against the canyon wall, and
words will take wing, a startled goldfinch of color and sound. At the end of the day,
you are glad you made the effort.
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journal |
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paintbox |
knapsack |