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Jul 2020
The constant dizziness were my new friend on the way up there,
I had to make a pause every each few steps.
I had to keep my hand on the wall to keep the balance, to not fall down and to be able to keep up.

Too weak,
Too fragile
and
Too hungry,
to go up
When I look back I am sad and terrified that such situations made me feel proud. It was just like walking on the edge.
Izzy
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     Beth Bayliss, Denise, X, vb and Bryn Kennell
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