A laugh
As far south as Argentina
Echoing up the Andes
Along the Rockies ridge
A faint whisper
Into my frost bitten ear
Carried by a gentle breeze
A sound so sacred it almost demands
To make the pilgrimage
Moving along the path
Knowing which will carry it furthest
Just to influence some minuscule number of people
It would not have touched before
A quintessential journey
Made by all forward motion
Clarity is essential
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