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In the northern lands, where the lush, dense forest of evergreens gives way suddenly to ice and rocks, most travelers stop. They say there is nothing else to see in such a barren waste. Very few even bother to climb to the top of the first mountain, and for those who do, it is a treacherous hike; loose rock, and deceptive heights are enough to undo even the best if they are not careful. After the long and dangerous hike to the top, adventurers are rewarded with a view of a narrow, steep sided valley made of the same loose rock as the other side. Very few indeed venture across the desolate valley to the next mountain range. Almost none ever bother to climb the third range. No one ever has enough supplies to even bother with the fourth. They would actually have to cross another two ranges before they would see anything resembling life again.
As you start down the slope of the sixth mountain range, the first thin
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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