My task was to scale
up this enormous mountain, in a little valley. It would be tough, and I knew
that only too well. I took my first grip on the side of the mountain and
fumbled around for somewhere to put my feet. I managed to get about five metres
up when I felt something slash my arm. Cautiously I rolled up my sleeve to
inspect the damage, a red angry cut glared at me, blood oozed from the cut.
What could I do
now? I now wished I had brought an umbrella and I could floated gracefully back
down to reality. Reality…
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