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The Hill We Climb …

When day comes we ask ourselves,Where can we find light in this never-ending shade?The loss we carry,a sea we must wadeWe braved the belly of the beastWe’ve learned that quiet isn’t always peaceAnd the norms and notionsof what just isIsn’t always just-ice.And yet the dawn is oursbefore we knew itSomehow we do itSomehow we weathered… Continue reading The Hill We Climb …