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The Climb

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Under streams of sweat, blisters form. The sun--my clock. The crest---my goal.

My feet slip. Dirt dominates my cotton-mouth. Perched on the peak,

Mom calls: "Dinner's ready." Mom deflates my dirt mountain fun.




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