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Saturday November 6 (Poetry Challenge Day 33)

It was the Fall of ’19
a few months before the Pandemic.

Life was different.
No real concern for the future.

I followed by best friend
into the Sierra Mountains.

We spent three glorious days
camping by a pristine alpine lake.

He tells me now he misses the Sierras.
So do I.

I miss that time we shared.
That escape into something wholly different.

He says he can’t go back,
can no longer carry the load.

I’m not sure I could.
We could always hire Sherpas I suppose.