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May 13, 2018


I think it was  my senior year in High School.  My friends and I had become consumed with rock climbing.  I would often spend weekends either at Yosemite or more often at Tahquitz.  I’d come home on Sunday evening filled with climbing stories and my mother was often all ears.  I wish that I’d only had the maturity to share our stories by listening more to hers…

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