Anticipation
She watched the mountain pass below her feet.
People like mice, scurried left to right.
The clang of the rope crossing the pole startled her.
The car climbed higher and higher,
and the damp in her bones grabbed hold.
The sun was not strong enough to warm her.
She could not yet see the top of the mountain,
but her heart skipped at the impending dismount.
Once she reached the top, it would begin.
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