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THE GLACIER
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from a tree. No, I would follow him at once, of my own act.
I let my arms fall against my sides, and rejoiced in the relief from pain that the movement gave me. Then balanced upon my heels, I stood upright, took my last look at the sky, muttered my last prayer. For an instant I remained thus poised.
Shouting, I come,
I raised my hands above my head and dived as a bather dives, dived into the black gulf beneath.
