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Tropical sunsets come quickly and we reach our monolith with little time to spare. Across vast empty plains, these leviathans stand; remnants of ancient islands dotted across what was once tempestuous seas. Absolute terror assails me as I scale almost vertical walls to stand on a table top a thousand meters above. Up, up I scramble alone now but for one, abandoned in haste by companions I insisted should go ahead. Why should they miss out? Heart pulverized, lungs filtering through sandpaper, I falter, collapse on dusty boulders; the last a child, loyal still, tugs anxiously at me, ‘Vai Papa!’
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