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sungam
Nov 16, 2006, 10:12 PM
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I looked out of the window. The rain lashed and bouncied off of it with striking ferocity. The dull murmur of the match of the day was whispering in the background, the tap of my cousin on the computer cut through the dull monotinus patter of rain on the window. It had been raining all week, and I had gotten no good climbing done outdoors for 9 days. But I didn't care. Hope was on the horizon; The distant hill's who hide in the distance glimmered and shone in the sun, Their icey gullies shimmering like angelic wings, the frosty buttresses screaming for attention.
And these are just the foothills...
THE HIGLANDS ARE IN PEOPLE!!!!
My first ice of the season will probobly be before chrismas! (It would be sooner but I have uni interviews and stuff to sort out  )
-Magnus
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