The peak of Mount

Climb the peak was tired. Step by step along the path. The wind blows and the leaves to accompany me. Sweat was streaming down the body. Curiosity makes increasingly stepping rate. Along the way the ornate imagination. Is peak as beautiful as imagined. No peak was peering in through the clouds. It feels wonderful to decorate the top view. Feeling tired as if lost could not leave tracks.

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