 The burs and frayed strands of the hemp rope burned in my bare palms. Not a problem under normal circumstances, I would simply let go and re re-grip with care and continue, but this was not normal circumstance and I had to grip harder and ignore the pain. I held on as if my life depended on it. Because it did, literally.
I hung precariously on a Jacob’s ladder. What is a Jacob's ladder? Well, that is the same question I have asked just moments ago.
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