I Built a Mountain

I Built a Mountain I built a mountain. When I reached the top of that mountain, I found I was afraid of heights. I slipped, tumbled head over heels until I crashed at the bottom. My leg was broken, but not my spirit. I bided my time until that leg healed, yet I waited, and waited longer. “It’s too cold to climb today,” I’d say to myself. “It’s too windy. … Continue reading →

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