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| Every time I am in the mountains, I think of you guys.  The brothers who are no longer with me.  Mountaineering is a strange sport.  It bonds you  so close, through sweat and struggle, through joy and fear, through shouting match and hysterical cry.  In the mountains, we employ a different time scale.  There are moments that become eternal.  Death and fear bring us closer.  When I am resting on a ledge, breathing hard, I think of you, your smiling face, your impatient voice.  You are so close that I can reach out and give you a high-five. | 
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