My head has always been in the mountains or the clouds. Wherever that place is where the sky and earth come to meet. It could be because I’ve always been a dreamer and feel the greatest sense of self in places far above the world we know. Or because of how small we are compared to the rock giants we scale. It might also be from the proximity to death we feel while clinging to a rock face, gazing at what lies below. Whatever the draw, I found myself in the mountains under the dim glow of a once full moon, ascending peaks in search of an uncertain sunrise.

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