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On the Way To the Summit

C-old chill twelfth of March L-eaves without a trace; E-arly Sunday morning O-pens the dawn with no haze. B-eacon above the horizon E-rases the twilight; L-et the sun start to rise, denying the dark of night. L-ight in the blue sky A-ims to meet the zenith; G-et up and climb the hill, O-n the way to the summit.

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