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When you climbed that mountain

in the days when no one else 

was on the paths,

when you reached the summit

ready for a lonely leap

in the days when the space was empty

of the selfie taking crowd,

when you recognised the transience,

the capture of a moment

in gratitude

before it died.

You know 

now

that it’s the only time

now

but so much is new

between 

now and then.

First published in The Brussels Review, Summer 2025