Papa Messner

Papa Messner teaches life 

He draws lines only he can see

In his mind, he sees images of routes that keep him alive and guide him 

He is like Papa, like a warm cup of tea in altitude that comforts me 

I could listen to him talk about the mountains all-day

His stories are life itself, and his life's work - a spiritual discovery

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