I remember visiting the Great Wall for the first time
The way the heat wave caused a strong odor of sweat
And how uncomfortable it was to breath through my nose in the mist
I remember the sweat that reached the ends of my lip
Like the vast ocean
The bricks's rough touch to my hand
Was a piece of music to a musicians ear
I remember how vast the Wall looked
How the wall disappeared into the mist as it stretched on and on
Each time I recall this memory, I feel a sense of wonder
Imaging how life of a guard on there felt like.
Each time I recall this memory, I am reminded that ambition, makes history
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