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| Wintermoon |
Up the stairs into a new time. It'll be difficult, it'll be difficult, I mutter. I know it well. I have climbed many of those stairs, slowly and steadily. I may stumble often, I know I will, as I always do. Sometimes, it will be my fault. Other times, well... But I keep looking at each step and climbing those stairs. I never give up. It's not in me to give up. I would've done it a long time ago, I suppose. But I didn't. And now, I keep looking up and moving forward, from one ending to another beginning.
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