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Hands clinging to rocks against the mountain side, strands of hair falling to my face. Almost to the top, just one more step. "Pull up your socks!" Everyone below yells, nagging me to do so. I ignore, focusing to make my way to the peak. "Pull up your socks!" The repeat, daggering at my toes. I am anything but a child of theirs. I continue on. "Pull up your socks!" They scream again, my eyes rolling. I arrive to the top.
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Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 6:13 PM UTC
Mountain climbs.
Hands clinging to rocks against the mountain side, strands of hair falling to my face. Almost to the top, just one more step. "Pull up your socks!" Everyone below yells, nagging me to do so. I ignore, focusing to make my way to the peak. "Pull up your socks!" The repeat, daggering at my toes. I am anything but a child of theirs. I continue on. "Pull up your socks!" They scream again, my eyes rolling. I arrive to the top.
lisa-benson
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Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 6:13 PM UTC
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