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& UP wards Onwards
I lost all track of time.
Was it one o’clock in the morning? Was it four? I watched, detached, as one foot dragged itself past the other. Both slipped half a step back in black sand stretching up farther than I cared to know; grains here and there flashed silver under a moon so close I could nearly touch it. Slightly dazed from the hour and the altitude, I mentally pushed the numbness from my fingers, ignored the wheeze of frosted breath from my clearly annoyed lungs, and took another stumbling half-step. Slipping back again, my tired eyes caught the shadow of boulders looming in my rippled path and I remembered I paid money for this.
By Heather Bradley 6 |FullFill.org
Winter 2011
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