my life has been the poem I would have writ, but I could not both live and utter it - henry david thoreau

15 June 2009

i still haven't found...


i scaled those wooden rungs to get to stand on the deck of our apartment. climbing was a breeze. the real challenge was descending those crosspieces. my hands were a bit sweaty and the gnawing darkness of night wasn't much help. but i made it and the feeling while i was standing up there was simply exhilarating. everest next?

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