“Which way Mama?” “That depends what type of bird you feel like.” Naturally, we took flight on both slopes, one more thrilling than the other. What holier thrill is there than zipping along mountain tops? All decisions from up here … Continue reading
On top of the world and making it a noble ambition; making it bigger every day after. Coming out of a wintery dormancy and feeling edgy. A whole lot of commotion happening in my head on the ascent, things start … Continue reading
When your heart is left with the remnants, still smoldering from a ravaged battlefield, a hill or two become more than a routine, they become a heraldic urgency of sorts. Just another dizzying, hazy early morning acclivous brisk treading, what … Continue reading
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