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July 21, 2017 - 92 words
I can barely move after this morning’s return
from the mountains in the Angeles National Forest
where I camped deep in a valley last night, a two-hour hike
into the wilderness
The stream we camped at
was cold and clear like liquid glass
Hauling a backpack full of equipment for two hours
was an unfamiliar ordeal and the trail unleashed its
ferocity at the very end, the final push
a few dozen vertical steps.
I’m so out of shape like a dented circle
Whatever that means
I got high from the exertion