Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Saturday, September 30, 2017

9.30

Today, I summited the mountain, and looked down, and all I saw was milky whiteness. The wind pulled fingers of fire and ice alternating through my skin, and I shivered behind a thin layer of solid stone. Today, I summited the mountain, and nothing will ever be above me again.

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