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Gummy Bear in the Sawatch Range
There were infinite shades of green. A few angelic-scented cascades. A pair of brown birds sang to me. I tossed a bit of chocolate on the pine needle carpet. They pecked the pieces and quickly flew off. Somewhat ungrateful-I thought. Breaching the tree line, the apron was next. Thick-necked marmots played alpine flutes. With rough-and-tumble attitudes. The pikas were shy and very difficult to find. (furry headed stones against the talus gray sky). After hiking a dozen switchbacks. I came upon a crushed emerald pond. Granite-lined and orchid-shaped. Living off winter's froth. I decided the pond wouldn't be nameless after all. I'll name it Noah. I finally reached the pinnacle. I was greeted by a shiny gummy bear. At elevation, it looked like a yellow gem. Another hiker boasted that he was the second-highest thing in the lower forty-eight. (He was taller than me). I was too fatigued to say anything. The panorama was humbling/the air was pinkish and pure. I was nearer to God than I'd ever been before. I re-entered the forest, sipping a cherry soda. That night I slept as if I were orphaned from death. Dreaming of chocolate birds and giant yellow bears. When I awoke, I was no longer the tallest of anything.
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