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We drove so fast we couldn’t see the speed limit. That didn’t matter because the mountains stood still. It was as if time stood still while yet being in motion.

I wanted to us to pull over several times so I could climb to the highest peak of every mountain. Stand there and declare to the world how I made it.

Life tried to keep me down too many times to count. Too many times keep me from caring. To many times to keep the scars from showing.

But I’m here. I’m still standing. I’m not in the valley. I’m on top of the mountains that tried to block me.

I’m here. Now what?!

What say you?

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