Sharp, icy gusts of wind blow over the ledge on which I sit. Updrafts, I assume; I seem to be above the clouds...I'm not entirely sure how i came to be here. I lean out over the edge again, only to be instantly blinded by a frigid wall of wind. I take a seat against the frosty wall and ponder my present situation. I'm trapped near the top of what
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