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tree climber
my arms are scratched. my ankle a little bruised. i've got some twigs in my hair, and no i wasn't snuggling in the bushes. i was climbing. climbing high and up using knots and branches to guide me. i ... Posted by on Thu, 25 Sep 2008 19:05:00 GMT
