As we trek along the mountain pass, we look to the trail behind us. People and objects seem small as they are distant, yet they are still visible to us. The past may be far gone but it's significance leaves a carving in our soul, whittling us to who we are now.
The future is fogged and unable to be viewed, for the mountain extends into the clouds. Our past has prepared us for the dangers hidden within the clouds that may lay siege upon our band of brothers and sisters.
We travel together because as brothers and sisters we grow stronger together, grow wiser together, and live better together.
We know not what awaits at the summit yet we continue onward through the clouds to reach the top where the suns rays will beat down on us and the rhythm of its rays will warm us from the chill.
Reach the summit,
God bless
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I like this, Devin! Good analogy and nice writing~!
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