The climber whistled a happy tune as he hiked the path up towards the base of the
mountain face. His gear barely weighed him down, eager as he was to begin his
climb.
He slowly worked his way up the steep face. Every move was a test of his strength
and endurance, but he was confident that he would reach the top of the mountain.
The hours passed as he continued to scale the treacherous mountain face. He was
weak and hungry and tired. He imagined the possibility that he might not reach the
top, or worse yet, might lose his grip and plunge to his death.
At the brink of exhaustion, he pulled himself over the summit and collapsed.
Hours later, refreshed and victorious, he displayed his elation with a victory dance.
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