The Mountain
I sit on the delicate snow that surrounds me. I stare at the mass of jagged rock that looms above me. The sun dances across the snow making it glisten like crystals. Even though my nose is red, my hands are shaking and I can't feel my toes, the edges of my mouth are near my ears. My frightening, yet exciting adventure lies before me.
By Zoe
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