C.E.P.T.

By Richard James Hazel

The going from a world we know

To one a wonder still

Is like the child’s adversity

Whose vista is a hill,

Behind the hill is sorcery

And everything unknown,

But will the secret compensate

For climbing it alone?

-Emily Dickinson

     Garrick Myers rolled over and struck his head on a rock.  The sharp pain brought him to full wakefulness within seconds.  He sat up, surveying his surroundings.  Four other men lay sleeping around the embers of a long spent campfire.  Garrick strained to access the memory of how he had come to be wherever it was he found himsel...

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