When I took this picture, I was living in a different world. Across the years, I realize that I could have chosen to stay in that world. Some people do. But I chose a far different future, not one filled with ice axes and crampons, but one filled with people and history. But every once and while, I wonder what it might have been like to climb yet another mountain? How we choose to live our lives starts over again every day.
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