Half-summer trails where redemption is seasonal. Waterfalls of dusted brown moss and thankful solitudes. A stretch of untouched, plateaued plains, freckled with lavender weeds. Well-healed scars on an old wooden bench. The perfect height for kneeling worship. Two trees grown together at the elbows and shawled with weeping moss. Another, older trunk, grown tired of the sun; it's heavy limbs becoming roots. I continue the one thousand individual steps toward heaven. Stopping every now and again to look back, and become a memory.
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