Sunday, August 31, 2014

"And Ascend Into The Sky..."

"I wish for my ice axes. I wish for my crampons. Then I might swing a tempered pick hard into the crystal blue sky above me and fracture it, splinter the frozen air with kicks of my front points, pull myself up, one small step at a time, above the mountain, and ascend into the sky...".  J. Auld

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