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Apr 2018
I set off at the base of the mountain.
Knowing, that it would be no easy feat - not with all this gear on my shoulders to mount in.

But as I continued my climb, something strange began to occur.
The peak which was so clear a moment ago, now began to blur.

I halted. And I lost track.
Oh how I wish - standing alone and stranded on this mountain - that there was someone to bring me back.
PM
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PM  F/England
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     Jim Musics, Mary-Eliz and Colm
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