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Remember November?

We had mountains at our fingertips,

A pointed edge too sharp to fully grasp.

All we needed was a pile of what nature had to offer

To take us even further.

We held hands with uncertainty

Of what the next few minutes might send forth.

We exchanged a few phrases

That would only be understood in Spain.

The grammar was off,

The accent was hardly decent.

But you have to admit,

We gave it all we had.

Didn’t we always

Give it everything we had?

I realize dreams aren’t always realistic

But for a moment, I didn’t feel silly thinking,

“What if?”