Right On
November 25th 2006 I have to get sidetracked a little and remember the mountains.
I was out of breath, we weren't really walking fast, but it was all uphill, steep, steep, steep. Fawn and Glenn were ahead of me, I lagged behind and Fawn's dog Jessie kept pausing to look back, make sure I was still in sight.
I grabbed onto a tree branch as I stepped over a root, and I noticed that my hands felt funny. I could h
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