Image and poem by Isabelle Sorrells

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I wander, race, and climb

To distances and heights

So I can see.

I search for something to occupy my feet

And to enrapture my mind

In beauty and difficulty,

To surround me on all sides

And hold me in that moment forever –

For just a moment

Until I must return to the future.

It would be a nice escape

If I could return to my reality

And be satisfied.

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