Some fucker turned the snow globe on its head.
There is dust everywhere.
Snow to the observer.
I am climbing and feeling my strength.
The strain is a benefit.
The stretching, the learning.
Mountain Climbing.
Misty Mountains.
Sore foot, fleet feet.
Mind is reeling and still the grip on the handle is firm.
Oxymoronic, sophomoric and in a stupor.
Phuck it.
Damned good to go.
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