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The Mountaineer Draw in - see this thin cord of colour trace its path up the mountain. Blue red orange green and grey in determined plastic. I am on the left, lying in the snow. You can see me too - my body freezing to the earth, face blackening. Forty have past me on their day in the wilderness, mostly men, all exhortation. Onwards, upwards, a crampon there, or there a pick - upwards, upwards. None can stop, for who can be close against the open sky? Draw away. See? I have become that smear of a signature in the corner of an overwinter canvas. Caleb Cluff Majorca, Victoria 24/5/06 3.20am ============================================================================== The information contained in this email and any attachment is confidential and may contain legally privileged or copyright material. It is intended only for the use of the addressee(s). If you are not the intended recipient of this email, you are not permitted to disseminate, distribute or copy this email or any attachments. If you have received this message in error, please notify the sender immediately and delete this email from your system. The ABC does not represent or warrant that this transmission is secure or virus free. Before opening any attachment you should check for viruses. The ABC's liability is limited to resupplying any email and attachments ==============================================================================