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Trail
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Chilly earth, crushed apart,
Like a sack of crisp coffee beans.
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Steely spikes tear sodded skin.
Sable soil
Damp aroma
Billows
Permeats the airy mist,
of transluecent early dawn. |
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Husky packs,
tread speckled paths,
challenging the summit. |
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