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... g>Date: 4/11/2008 - 7 Years old
I lay on my stomach, the cheap straw mattress rustling softly beneath my chest. A gentle morning breeze, smelling faintly of the sea and my mother’s usual cedar soap, slipped through the open window and cooled the back of my neck. I pressed my chin into my arms, letting my legs kick lazily in the air.
A month and two days. That was how long it had been since I climbed the mountain.
The talk had finally calmed down. The hushed, judg ...
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