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I pulled my spyglass out of the right front pocket of my jeans and gazed behind me. The trees lining the crest of the hill were blurry; I squinted my right eye to bring the image into some sort of focus. Laughing, I remembered I could simply focus the spyglass instead of straining my irises. My fingertips felt for the rough edges of the knob to pull the trees and grass within clear sight. The image that invaded my eyes surprised me; its clarity and actual distance left me wondering where I actually am, what and where I still had left to conquer.
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