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Morning In The Mountains
November 24, 2020
Pine Needles hit the top of the tent like rain drops
The down of my sleeping bag balled at my feet
Unzipping my lungs
Getting the first breath of cold air
Beads of dew zig zag their way down the nylon
The embrace of my bag pleads me to stay
Just lay the day away in bliss
© Nicole P., Gouvernor, NY
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When writing this I really thought back to my times camping and how much I enjoyed waking on backpacking trips and not wanting to leave my sleeping bag. For edits I titled the pieces and add a few lines to try and fully tell this specific vignette.