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once there was a boy. a quiet boy who was always lost in his imagination. his parents were quiet too, and weary. they were always lost in work. busy making a living, but not living at all. soon that boy became a man. he raised himself with some help from his friends, ghosts and fairy godmothers. and he raised himself to be a quiet man. busy making a living, but hardly living at all. and there had been something missing. a quiet mountain.

no one is really sure who called out to whom. a mountain in deep sleep, might have heard a silent prayer and began to stir. or a man, who felt he was no one in particular, might have been the only one who understood the low rumbling sobs from a groggy mountain. either way, the day the mountain began to wake, this man packed a bag. he climbed for days until finally he reached the top. and there he bid farewell to his friends, ghosts and fairy godmothers and jumped. at that moment, he and his mountain made the loudest noise anyone had ever heard. and they were happy.

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