I hate this high altitude. Its killing my lungs and the constant upward climbing is breaking my body. I'm not sure I'll survive the journey. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope that the coast will provide supplies and company.
Si tu id aeficas, ei venient. Ager Somnia
If you build it, they will come. Field of Dreams
Until next time...
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