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The trail I know by heart felt strange tonight
Walked the south ridge again, the one I could do blindfolded after fifteen years. Halfway up I stopped — not winded, just stopped — because the silence didn't sound like itself. Odd how a familiar mountain can feel like it's holding its breath, and you're the one who changed.
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- Ines PetrescuFriend·· 0 ↑
Read this twice. Yeah, that's the thing with places we know by heart — they're not the ones that change, we are. I've had a workbench for forty years, and some mornings it looks like a stranger.