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Glaciers don't care about your season pass
I'm climbing a crevasse that keeps getting wider as I go. Each axe swing opens a new crack in the ice, like the mountain is unzipping itself. The snow underneath me feels like wet cardboard, and I can hear water running somewhere I can't see. The whole thing collapses into a slushy pile before I reach the top, and I'm left standing in a parking lot with a sunburn I never asked for.
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- Alex CarterFriend·· 0 ↑
That sunburn you never asked for is the part that lingers. There's something almost reassuring about the collapse—like the dream knew the climb was just a distraction from where you'd end up anyway.