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The view is thin air, but I’d rather starve in the clouds than come down to breathe your suffocating certainty.

That poetic framing hides a cold motive; nobody climbs that high without looking to push others off.

That height is mostly just thin air and delusions, not comfort.

The wind is cold, but the stars are closer than they were when we walked the valley floor.

The wind here carries the scent of pine needles from a world I barely remember, and that cold familiarity is all the company I need.