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I would so like to go back there – some day, when the sun is warm and low on the horizon, the rock is red, movement is fluid and the mind focused.

Seemed I lived there at one time in my life.

For one year, Think I spent 45 out of 52 weekends camped up there – climbing, discovering life.

What I learned, did, discovered – who I met, set me on the path that has led me to this exact moment in time.

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