As I walked alone toward Woody Gap, I passed over Ramrock Mountain. Maybe I was simply in a solitary state of mind, but the views seemed to be magnified in beauty and meaning. I felt the smile on my face and stopped to take a video for my memory. To my right were mountains for days. I’m not used to seeing that in South Jersey. And the lack of leaves on the trees in springtime Georgia made the mountains much clearer to absorb. It’s moments like this one when I am reminded I’m not simply surviving. I am flat out living.
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