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Higher around I climbed,
slowly around I wound
around and around
spiralling up into heights I'd never been.

Unknown but familiar,
each step like the one below, yet
different
separate
alone.

At last I stand at the top-
free
still
alone
in my thoughts,

sharing them with winged gulls that
soar in light breezes above me.
dipping in the stirring blue air.

To you I give my thoughts my dreams my wishes.
To You I give my being that is and my being that will be

to drift away in lazy peace
above the cares and sorrows
and happiness and acomplishments
of those things that are not me
and never will be.

Susan Hubich

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