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Unspoiled

Snowfall, Owens Pond, Adirondacks, NY. The forecast lived up to it's word: snow. Not much, just squalls passing through the range, clearing in between by about enough to see the next one coming. I hiked up to Owens Pond and found it unspoiled. No one had been here for some time, the lake free of human tracks, the trees detailed in fresh white. The expanse was a blank page, yet to be written on, a new start with every snowfall. I look around at the brightness of an incoming cloud, and wonder how long I can stay here, wishing on a white world. It is doomed. I had been dreaming for some time now, and I knew that each coating disappears, each hope ends up spoiled. How many times can hope be revived? To come true, wishes must be shared. I moved on, wondering how long it would take to fill in my tracks.

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Snowfall, Owens Pond, Adirondacks, NY. The forecast lived up to it's word: snow. Not much, just squalls passing through the range, clearing in between by about enough to see the next one coming. I hiked up to Owens Pond and found it unspoiled. No one had been here for some time, the lake free of human tracks, the trees detailed in fresh white. The expanse was a blank page, yet to be written on, a new start with every snowfall. I look around at the brightness of an incoming cloud, and wonder how long I can stay here, wishing on a white world. It is doomed. I had been dreaming for some time now, and I knew that each coating disappears, each hope ends up spoiled. How many times can hope be revived? To come true, wishes must be shared. I moved on, wondering how long it would take to fill in my tracks.
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