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A QUIET TRIUMPH

The mountain called my name, its peaks shrouded in doubt. I climbed with trembling hands, fear shadowing every route. But the summit, oh the summit, was a hymn sung to my soul. It whispered, “You are enough,” and finally, I was whole.

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