Today she woke to climb the mountain...
Followed the arrows
Followed the cairns
Saw the flowers, bright yellow, heather grey, lavender purple
Found a cave, felt a cave...
Explored it nooks and crannies
Saw the light...
Up, Up and Away...
Free at last
We fly
Fourteen buzzards on a line
Some days we are students,
Some days we are students of life.
Playing hooky on a mountain.
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