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Alpine Unrest

IMG_0302“As we hustled into our tent and sleeping bags, somberness settled on us, a stark contrast to the circus stirring outside. It was five o’clock in the evening.

It could have been ten minutes; it could have been two hours. Time slipped into a void. Winds ricocheted off the cliffs sending an amplified thrum through the tent walls that narrowed my wandering mind into a tunnel lined with closed doors. I carefully opened each one — letting the possibilities flood my mind, weighing the risks and outcomes, trying to make sense of all the unknowns.”

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