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This was the jungle bristles sticking me obliviously the grade forced a monkey's canopy dance yet I hadn't left the ground some insatiable thirst for excitement pushed the course upwards scrambling through fruit and fallen nuts with a lifeless leaf litter but the trees and their roots anchored my ascent after spotting some passion fruit I understood the symbol the ideal descent legs brace and flex as the stream bed becomes a reality with uncanny placement a majestic pool lay awaiting my pleasured cooling the ancient energy oozed from the ground shimmered between leaves and bounced from sky to water I now understood the name Valley of the Kings
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Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 4:10 PM UTC
Valley of the Kings
This was the jungle bristles sticking me obliviously the grade forced a monkey's canopy dance yet I hadn't left the ground some insatiable thirst for excitement pushed the course upwards scrambling through fruit and fallen nuts with a lifeless leaf litter but the trees and their roots anchored my ascent after spotting some passion fruit I understood the symbol the ideal descent legs brace and flex as the stream bed becomes a reality with uncanny placement a majestic pool lay awaiting my pleasured cooling the ancient energy oozed from the ground shimmered between leaves and bounced from sky to water I now understood the name Valley of the Kings
10/25/14
jeff-claycombe
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Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 4:10 PM UTC
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