Not quite there. Still more snow, more ice, more stinking scree. Can’t quit. It’s not in your vocabulary. Can’t turn back. Your soul won’t let you. Trust your equipment, your guts, yourself. Crazy? Yeah. Too extreme? Never.
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| Assault Not quite there. Still more snow, more ice, more stinking scree. Can’t quit. It’s not in your vocabulary. Can’t turn back. Your soul won’t let you. Trust your equipment, your guts, yourself. Crazy? Yeah. Too extreme? Never. |
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