I'm stunned. All my words remained frozen in the Mer de Montenvers, the sea of ice so poorly reflected in the photograph. I have no way yet of describing the feeling of hearing the crunch of my boots in the snow at the top of that mountain. Slipping and holding onto outcroppings and chunks of ice to climb ever higher and then just sinking down in the snow to sit for eternal moments memorizing every copse of trees, every ice flow, every iceberg in every valley, something loosed itself in my heart. I have no name for it yet, although the screaming in my thighs, calves, sunburnt skin is searching for it. 
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Last few Rants:
I guess this is goodbye. - 11:57 a.m. , 2005-02-10
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