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May 2018
A mountain climber went so high
His parka’s hat touched the sky
Up he went ‘til eyes obscured
By clouds above, so white and pure
Without his sight, but heart aflame
The mountain’s summit he wished to claim
Kept forging on, through the mist
And slipped and fell to sleep with bliss
Alex Zhang
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Alex Zhang
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