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Hanging from the rockface fingers chalked, knuckles white breathing in the view. Feeling the rush, hearing the roar gulls circle above, as you run below, small against the landscape kicking up sand and laughter begging to join me up here pleading to play with grapples and knots no fear of falling, no fear at all, there is no danger in danger when you're 6 Not when your Dad is Spiderman.
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Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 9:24 AM UTC
Spiderdad
Hanging from the rockface fingers chalked, knuckles white breathing in the view. Feeling the rush, hearing the roar gulls circle above, as you run below, small against the landscape kicking up sand and laughter begging to join me up here pleading to play with grapples and knots no fear of falling, no fear at all, there is no danger in danger when you're 6 Not when your Dad is Spiderman.
ryan-jakes
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Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 9:24 AM UTC
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