For years the Sherpa had led visitors to the top of the sacred mountain in hopes of experiencing absolute euphoria above the clouds. However, the summit was only the halfway point. The fall was what produced the heavenly rush the people were seeking.
Vignettes, six word stories, experimental poetry, words typed in a haphazard order.
Monday, September 25, 2023
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