Up Hill, Both Ways

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I had visions of being swept to sea. It would be a fitting way to end this trip, I suppose. But it was not what I wanted at the moment. The water was icy and rushing hard against my legs, all the way up to my knee; my toes felt for support among the stones on the riverbed. I had come too far, much of it over slippery, shoe-sucking muddy paths, to turn back -- but I wondered if I could make it... Read Full Entry

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