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By LISA OWENS
Hiking is my jam...you know?
Just me and the clear blue sky.
Treaded boots…tromp over branches...as I watch white clouds swirl by.
Pitching a tent...building a campfire...now, in survival-mode,
Breaking-down camp...black sky turns to gold...leaving this lonesome abode.
The journey (though harsh)...conditions raw...like oysters on a platter,
Harmony, peace...I CAN BREATHE..and color doesn't matter.