Peak of Mount Euphoria
The mountain was steep and covered with snow, like powdered sugar atop a donut. Even the very person who taught me to climb shuddered whenever I brought up the name. I knew she wanted the best for me, but curiosity washed over me like a tsunami. I'd never attempted to scale something so beautiful and yet so dangerous. Once I'd reached the highest peak, my mouth opened up. I felt a slight breeze curling across my shoulders; an angel comforting me from above. As I quickly descended down to ground level, a thought popped into my head. I'd like to do that again, my mind told me after consulting with my body.
Mountains glazed with light
Shimmering under my feet
Climax lifts me up
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