No one saw it coming
The cheek that sparked my child-self
There was no constraint
A hill holding our weight
With all its undulations was simply support
Abandon intoxicated the chase
Laughter and scandal raced together
Wind carried our sounds away
The finish line was connection
And the audience of the surrounds
Shared and cheered the moment
Of healing received in the fragrance of surrender

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