January 5, 2018

The Path

           We reached the summit of Crane Mountain before noon, before the bright, summer sun arced above the puffy clouds drifting through the sapphire sky. In the northwest, the Adirondacks spread like a rolling, green sea wave; at our feet, a gust of wind swept small pebbles across the rocky peak and over the cliff edge. It was the perfect morning of a perfect week of a perfect life. It was the sweet taste of organic happiness, the satisfaction of a deep, whol...

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