Climbing a hill in the mist. A huge, rocky and steep hill, perhaps more of a mountain. Nearing the summit. I am aware that someone is climbing up the same hill from the other side.
The mist is more than just a cloud of water droplets, it is an actual barrier that needs to be fought through. Tangible.
Trepidation mounts as the summit approaches.
What will we say to each other?
Whatever. It will be an important meeting.
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Exciting Dreams of The Boring Man
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The other side?
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