For so long it's been me: me and my shadow.
We scaled mountains, drove 2,000 solo miles, hiked through national parks with trees larger than skyscrapers, and ate at a quiet table for one. It was the only one to watch me stumble upon the walls of stone as high as the sun and marvel at the rivers that run as wildly as the mustangs on the shore. At times I'm sure she stood beside me, wishing for a slap in the face at my stupidity or wanting to applaud the destiny I've made my own. I find her silent song comforting. It alone knows the courage of my soul.
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