Looking Out

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As I sit here, atop this rail high off the ground, I begin to think. Why do I find such joy in isolating myself? I look out at the mountains as they sprawl out before me. The cool breeze hits my face and I smile. The feeling of being so high up hits me, I feel free. Nothing can hurt me up here, only I can decide. The birds chirp as they laugh, dogs bark, cars pass by below, and the wind blows through the trees. Nature is all around me, comforting me. This is my escape. Maybe I will stay here until the stars come out. When the world is asleep I am awake, and at peace. I like to gaze at the stars, find the constellations they make up. I like to think of their stories, what secrets they hold. The world is an amazing thing, full of wonder and mystery, just like all of us. We are all treasures to be discovered, mysteries to be solved, secrets to be unlocked. But we must first do this ourselves, otherwise, how will anyone else do it for us? These are my thoughts as I am looking out.

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