Beast of Bogota
The Mountain that challenged My Place in Colombia
Climbing up your crevice
Bogota is now my home
A new world, mi casa.
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I wrote this for the mighty mountain of Bogota that stood towering outside my window. We had to relocate 2 months ago, but Bogota will always be my Colombian home.
I remember when I first moved to this city last year, that mountain stood as my challenge. It was as if it was daring me to climb it. Stating firmly that I will never belong until I scale his sides.
So I did! I climbed it a day before I moved. Now I belong.
About the Creator
Emily Marie Concannon
I am a world nomad with a passion for vegan food, history, coffee, and equality.
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Very cool and I love the image from Bogata. Good luck with the contest and I subscribed to you as well.
I loved the power in this!! I felt it. And thank you for adding that lovely bit about your triumph at the end. Great work!!