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“It's not the mountain we conquer but ourselves.”–Sir Edmund Hillary

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Sonnet 73 "That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long." ~William Shakespeare IMPERIVM

Home Born into squalor Dreaming of images of wonder, Torn from spirits, Rootless and stripped of merits... It's been a trudge, Away from the foreign dances, To Northern realms Of stormy, blue-eyed rains; Be it weary Angels Or older Gods bringing changes, I've made it this far, To build my Kingdom come!