From the Sweat of My Brow Transformation Meets Glory

I struggled through the fallen limbs and briars cluttering the mountain trail. Droplets trickled down my face from the sweat of my brow, the arduous journey almost over. The ridgetop was in view — a glorious transformation in sight. Just a little farther and the struggle would be worth it.

The height would offer a magnificent view of my beloved Blue Ridge Mountains.

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