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I look out at the city,

And the skyline looks like a path,

An undulating trail,

For those of us who know that we stand on the shoulders of our forbears,

And that therefore we can also traverse the path outlined by the pinnacles of their achievements.

I imagine myself 

Arms outstretched,

Balancing like a child scaling a thin brick wall.

I see myself 

Reaching up,

Touching the sky.

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