Camel's Hump

Waves crash gently upon the shore as the tide roles in-n-out. A semi powerful breeze cools the air
Standing 4,081ft up, I open my eyes to a 360° view of the Green Mountains. Wind rustling the leaves of the trees.

This poem is about: 
Our world
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Fitzy Marlote

I had a similar experience hiking up Mt. Mansfield. Both were amazing.

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