Sunday, 6 June 2021

A Mountain's Call

 

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On a cold night, 6000 ft above the sea, our flashlights danced around in our tent. My numb fingers fumbled with the sleeping bag, craving its promised warmth. My tent-mate’s uneven breathing alternated with my own. For a moment her headlamp flashed on my face. I winced.

“Why are we doing this again?” she asks.



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