A patchwork of farms
spread over the valley,
interlocking squares of land.
We inched our bodies
to the ledge,
letting our legs hang over.
Our skin warmed in the sun
as we watched the world
move below us.
My muscles stung
from the climb
and welcomed rest.
The rock we laid on
was engraved with names
of those that made the hike,
trails of handwriting
scrawled on the earth.
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