Wanting to go to the eastern cliffSetting out now after now many yearsYesterday I used theVines to pull myself upBut halfway there wind andMist made the going toughThe narrow path grabbed at my clothesThe moss so slippery,I couldn’t proceedSo I stopped right hereBeneath this cinnamon tree,Used a cloud as a pillow and went to sleep.
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