Rocks and trees hold tight
To the mountainโs rigid steep
The climb must begin.
A rambling Curious George who just doesnโt stop writing, doesnโt stop thinking, and never stops exploring.
Feel free to tag along in my pursuit of wonders. ๐ช๐จ
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