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The winds rip a scream from my throat and bounce it out to the steep valley.
You, brave one, slowly slide to the mountain’s edge bracing the beating breezes.

I grab your jacket from the back hoping to save you from being blown away.

You take your Blue Ridge panorama in and withdraw to smoke.

Sober, I am no longer a hero’s hand and am just a fan who touched your coat.

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