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. . . In the high country that we love, trails are steep.
We climb each mile, breath by breath,
and at the threshold of pain, bliss overtakes us.
This life on earth, who can say what it is?
On countless mountains, coyote cross the summit snow
and leave no trace.
Michael Hannon
The Geography of Home: California Poetry of Place
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