Our days on the archipelago , resentful at the pinnacle of the highest mountain in wanton view of a different island ... To reach the zenith with no memory as to our road home , triumphant in our conquest yet discontent to mingle with the clouds , scowl into the face of our threadbare mortality , desirous to forever reinvent ourselves and to explore ..
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