“Andrew’s Shirtless Chest Glistened Under The Golden Sun. He Placed His Hands On My…” Crap… That’s The Summit

I kept climbing mountains

Even after I went blind.

Sure, the view was nothing much

But now instead I find

The mountain tells me stories

That I can read in braille.

Sure, they can be predictable

But they have such great detail!

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