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The Old Sage

 

As I traversed the rugged landscape, making my way to the top of the mountains, I sit on a rock for some rest. While I sip on water from my tumbler, I look towards the mountains and I see an old man riding on a donkey, approaching me. As he comes closer he greets me and asks, “Are you climbing the mountain too?” I nod my head. “Pointless. They say the old sage no longer lives at the top of the mountains. He’s gone. Disappeared.” I smile.

Five days later, I finally reach the peaks of the mountains. As I walk into a cave, I gaze at my reflection in a pool nearby and I smile to myself. The sage was no one else but me.

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