In the reaching back when one of us slipped.
In the decision, made quietly and often, to keep climbing together.
And when the trail finally fades and our steps slow to a stop, I know this much with absolute peace:
We will already be home.
THE END
I HOPE THAT YOU HAVE ENJOYED THIS STORY AS MUCH AS I HAVE WRITING IT.
I WISH I COULD HAVE PUT IT ALL IN ONE STORY. HOWEVER, I JUST LEARNED TO MAKE PARTS.
SMILE FOR LOVE
I HOPE ALL OF YOU HAVE A GREAT DAY. THANK YOU SO MUCH. SEE YOU IN THE STORIES.
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Vera Myles
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