She looked at the conquering hilltops and wondered
How did anyone arrive there?
The parties would come from far-flung lands
With ropes and metal brackets
To make their approach
Instead of wonder when she was one year older
She just looked down and enjoyed the gleaming sun
Reflected in her silver brooch

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