What a perfect intro.

I weep, though none hear me. My icy slopes, once pristine, are now scarred by footprints, littered with abandoned gear and forgotten dreams. They seek conquest, but many only find eternal rest in my frozen embrace. Their bodies, unmoving, whisper sorrow into the howling wind.
The Tallest Peak
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Maria Rattray
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Feb 9, 2025
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What a perfect intro.
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Written by Maria Rattray5K Followers
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Writer, author, teacher, fun-loving poet. Trying valiantly to make the world a better place. Helping you to guide the future. Find me at: https://ponmyword.com
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