You met me in the midst of many things, shedding skin, sprouting wings. Looking at life as a spiritual being through a human lens, having conversations with God about so many things. I no longer look at mountains as an opponent I must defeat when I learned to fly I left climbing for the weak. When mountains rise as high as the altitudes I seek, they will learn just why I am who they must defeat! Welcome to our Premier, subscribe and join the community we have already started. Help us pour a little gold in the cracks of the broken hearted.
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