I am sitting relaxed in my warm cosy damp tent i am drinking smooth luscious tea hard to believe it came out of a teabag i thought, I am feeling the freezing fierce wind it was attacking me like an out of control fire my nose picks up of damp musty sort of scent Everest sits there like a kid that never listened or had input in class.
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