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IX I, II and III mixture

I look at me. Expressionless. Almost ... Seriously. Yes, that's the word. You look at me seriously. And it took me a while trembling legs. "Go!" You look shocked. "Come!" And look at the mountain from the bottom to the top. And I stare. "But how am I going to climb that?" You look at me even more stunned "You put a hand here and one foot here and go climbing" And that's what you do: start up as if you did every day. And I stare. And I think "Well, maybe, me too." And the first leg that weighs me move and find another outgoing horrors I get dizzy if I'm at ground level. From above: "Go" and I follow. I'm not sure why, but I am. And crowned the top. And everything seems to have been extremely easy. Ando

II
slowly. You're not so close. Makes a radiant sun. I enjoy this. I bend down and grab margaritas. The sun shines dazzling horizon. Sugar is sniffed the air. The skin is warm and the beach nearby, but everything is still green. And suddenly, a gorge FUCK WHAT MAKES A GORGE HERE? I go to the edge. And I look. And what madness without lowering her eyes. But I want to skip it. So a little swing arms and bend your knees. "I will give a jump and you're ranker." And I'm still swinging his arms. And I am. And with the certainty of being ridiculous, I stand and then, I see. You're the other side on the shore. Separates us from a crack in the mountain. I look closely. You say you expect. And the crack is oversized. The distance becomes real.

III
I wonder how much you can expect.