— this is really happening

alive

I dated a climber once. We met at the foot of Tabletop Mountain in Colorado and I was a novice scaredy cat just beginning to lead climb. I don’t think of those days much, too much blurry partying, but I do remember that look of wild sedition in my climber friends’ eyes. She always had it, this look like she was eating life, gripping the spoon with her whole body.

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