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The mountains stretched off into the distance, disappearing into fog and trees. A distant waterfall whispered a continuous calming melody of solitude and life. The setting sun colored the sky with shades of pink and purple, framed perfectly by jagged, snow-covered peaks. It was beautiful, sublime.
Meg stepped up to the edge of a small outcropping, slipping her shoes off to take in the feel of the uneven surface, hard and smooth in the places where the rocks peeked out from the dirt. Letting one shoe dangle from the end of her toes, she tipped her foot and watched the shoe fall down several hundred feet of open air. It fell through the tree tops below, disturbing a nest of birds. They chirped and beat their wings angrily, flying to a nearby tree. In the past, standing at the edge of a
