Ladder

January 11, 2021

Climbing high

falling down

next to a window

old, gray, dusty and cracked

Peering through

Darkness

Moving on through the clouds

Never ending journey

Passing wonderous and exciting sights

Can't stop now

Must keep going

Climbing on

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