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On and on and on, the steps led me up, into the clouds and rarified air. Up, up, up, my legs sore, tired, my heart pounding thinly under my chest and the sun seemed to beat down on me and resist my each step.
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On and on and on, the steps led me up, into the clouds and rarified air. Up, up, up, my legs sore, tired, my heart pounding thinly under my chest and the sun seemed to beat down on me and resist my each step.
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