And so in celebration. These sloping walls becoming climbable, my fingers strengthening and my arms shaping well. I drag, so far it is I wonder if I shall ever be of age to enjoy the top when I reach it. She sings some where distantly and I wrench another muscle, body following arm.

It's a quite truth, when you pause during a climb. I hear myself breathing, and although weak sunshine is beaming some where above, still so far down here, my breath leaves my mouth visibly. It collides with the wall of mud that I cling too, and threatens to tear it down.
So I keep going, the more breaths lost the weaker the wall, and I ache as the wall crumbles slightly.
Oh my warnings come differently, he holds them so close to his chest up there.
Unrecogniseable manners rolling across his face, has he simply been placed there?

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My eye is swelling again today, and so cheerfully I recall the early days of this year. Before this year, my eye never became swolen. Although, one time when I was very young, I managed to get grit in one of them when snow was thrown in my face by my brother.
At least all the irritations are travelling around one area.