The Walking Wounded

 

 

Winston Peak

 
 

 

 

 

Mt Baden Powell (snow capped)

     
  Looking into the distance, I stop and stare in wonder. I remember there's a squint in my eye even while the sunglasses were on my face. The breathing was steady and I wondered about the incoming storm clouds building overhead. I knew exactly where I was, but I'm not sure my composure would've shown it.  
     
 

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