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Feb 2016
Clinging to the crevice of a sheer granite face, looking down at the earth below. Ascending through the wind swept edges of jagged rock, pulling up with your own power. Holding your breath until you find your next foothold. Starting before the sun is up and finishing as the sun sets. Standing atop a high peak, knowing that through sweat and determination that you have won the day. Then the sun sets low and you begin to ponder the descent of tomorrow. Wondering if the  journey down will be as wonderful and fulfilling as the climb to the top.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  57/M/Atlanta Georgia
(57/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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