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[at-l] To me...

To me, the AT is a chill down my spine when I see a distant blaze while 
driving down the interstate. It is a wooden Shangri-la at days end. It's 
cussing the rain, while loving every drop. Its cursing the climb, only to 
rejoice when on top. It's finding a bed next to a total stranger, and 
feeling like he's a family member. Its eating what I'd throw out at home, 
and wishing I had more. It's giving extras to others, and sometimes 
taking what is offered. It's loneliness and pain, tightly wrapped around 
one another. Sometimes its a tear. Its listening to a squirrel bark, and 
knowing just what he means. Its hating everything, while loving it even 
more. Its knowing I'm alive. To me, the AT is a chill down my spine...


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