Holding the rope tight, darkness surrounded me. It was black. Pitch black. Excited, brave, adventurous. I was on the Burma trail. The noises were pigs - cats - farting and many more. My knuckles were white and pale. We raced until i fell over and i survived so i stood up on my feet and carry on. Ya !!!!!! i did it. I walked to my cabin and slept all night.
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