As the oxygen depleted altitude
began to affect his thinking,
his white knuckled fingers
gripped even tighter
and he allowed himself
a firmer foothold,
all the while repeating,
“Don’t look down.
Don’t look down.”
At the same time,
his partner murmured,
“Stop with the drama already, will you.
It’s only a six foot step ladder.”
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