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There is a steep hill in the Baltimore area that I would visit in my teens. I loved to sit there with a great view of tree tops and now and then a church steeple poking through. The best time for me was when a storm was rolling in, the clouds churning, lightening strikes in the distance, and the air filled with electricity -- it makes me feel very much alive. Thankfully, I've found hills like that one almost everywhere I've been.
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