On an island far from the eye can see, seven towering mountains stood high above the trees.

One by one they pushed deep into the clouds, telling of a giants story so rich, so vowed.

Rocks like tongues craved for tastes, of their sweet whistling wisdoms built from an eternal paste.

Perched on their temple throne,

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Swinging their legs alone,

They wait for a listener,

Of great prowess and charisma.

although the steps to each giant scoffs breaths of defiance,Shannon feels her mind and soul bond in alliance. She grips challenge close to her bones, as her creative instincts conquer and depart her comfort zones.

“What if? Who am I? How do I succeed?” Her mind fizzed. With a sharp mental breeze, washed in an ease, she envisioned a sky, paved with direction and lit with introspection. She now knows what must be done, to climb each mountain in search of some fun.