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For hours I climbed, til my hands were numb, the treacherous ice robbing me of warmth. With blue tinged fingers I drove on for one slip would send me plummeting to crash against the mountains rocks below. I slipped but once, when a sheaf of ice pitied by a century of melting & refreezing in the noon day sun gave way. I dangle for what seemed an aeon by one nerve dead hand, til I could regain my scansorial strength