Their Little Ledge.

They plant their flag and pitch their tent.

Settle onto their narrow little ledge and a smug sense of achievement.

Gaze down upon those of us, beginning our ascent.

Toss down advice, along with showers of pebbles.

Oblivious they are miles below the summit.

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