The Boulder

I get up, in the mood to go for a early walk around in the mountians. I pack a water bottle, hat, sunscreen and jojers. I drive to the nearest mountians i see. I walk all the way up, but i hit a big bolder, i pass out. My eyes open dark and cold, frezzing cold i would say, i grab a stick a rock and start to carve. I wake up I look i tall man with a hat a mushtash, and his hands in a wonky position. Then i realise it’s day i run to the end of the track and go home.

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