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Every time I am in the mountains, I think of you guys. The brothers who are no longer with me. Mountaineering is a strange sport. It bonds you so close, through sweat and struggle, through joy and fear, through shouting match and hysterical cry. In the mountains, we employ a different time scale. There are moments that become eternal. Death and fear bring us closer. When I am resting on a ledge, breathing hard, I think of you, your smiling face, your impatient voice. You are so close that I can reach out and give you a high-five. |
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