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Round Pond From Giant, Adirondacks, NY. The forest finally opened, but to a steeper climb now, until I reached a small cliffy area that offered a lateral ledge at the top. I followed it off the trail and looked back at the spectacle below me. A weather system stretched to three horizons. The contours of the landscape were defined in shades of green, in brightness and shadow, in uplift and glaciation. Deep in the valley, a single sapphire of water glimmered, an unblinking eye in the emerald fabric. The sun had risen and illuminated the valley in a broad ray of hope. Hope held back a sky full of uncertainty, lit a path full of shadows, lifted a heart full of defeat. Hope speaks, but maybe it's only the words you want to hear, not necessarily true. When I walked the valley and climbed those ridges, I bathed in hope, and believed what it said. But I am far from the valley, a cloud hangs over me, and I can't shake it right now.
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