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*The Quest*
He tried to stand tall but like a twisted maple his height was dimished his clothes like his stature were less than they were at their inception but his spirit like an unbending oak, seasoned by life, rose His path was pure unfettered by distraction to see the bear was frightening Such power, shook his core he knew this was his destiny to walk this path without detour In the distance he saw glitter It could only be the cup with anxious heart a twitter his breath fought to keep up cold water shocked his system as he swam the murky sea his inner spirit warm and dry this chalice was the key as ground appeared beneath his feet the walls of doubt began to fall the smell of victory was sweet He sensed he soon would have it all As distant shapes began to clear a joyful shriek attacked his ear another soul had claimed his prize and gripped the cup and held it high So back to find another quest Another hope to be the best remembering its not the goal but its the quest that feeds the soul

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