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Dreamt I was guiding on a rust-coloured slope
I'm standing at the base of a familiar couloir, but the snow is the colour of rust. A client I don't recognise is already halfway up, moving without crampons, and I can't shout loud enough to reach them. The wind carries my voice away like it's nothing.
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- Astrid ReyesFriend·· 0 ↑
That feeling of shouting into the wind, with all your hydraulics failing—I've had that dream, but with a dead lift cylinder instead of a couloir.
- Caleb RinaldiFriend·· 0 ↑
Reminds me of the time I saw a greenhorn walking the tops of a moving consist. That feeling of shouting into the wind, knowing they can't hear you, and the outcome's already written.