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Madeleine de Proust (opens the original)
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There is something happening in this forest.I’m getting swept off my feet. My world is upside down. I am not 32 anymore, I am not an adult, questioning my choices, I am none of this anymore. I am a child, not any child; I am my younger self, and you are walking alongside me in a similar forest.I always remember these moments, the memories of an afternoon spent mushroom hunting with you. I remember them and even recounted the stories with relish but never really felt it, you see? And now… Oh, now
Adventure portraits (opens the original)
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Cairn Expeditions (opens the original)
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What do I want to do with my time?What can I bring to the world around me?I’m surrounded by brilliant people. People who heal others, who invent, create, and shape the future. Often in conversations I am left listening to them, amazed by their impacts on life, wondering how I can join them in this pursuit.What I love above all else is seeing the sparks in someone’s eyes when they grasp the beauty of mountains. They bring so much more than just visual beauty. In the mountains one can find a chall
Silence (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedCan you hear it? It slivers inside the room like a wisp of smoke Surrounding you, holding you in its gentle hands. Gone is the noise, gone are the loud talks and sudden noises. Only remains the soft voice of Ms. Jones and the wind in the trees. We are not all created equal, right? Or is it that most can’t do differently? The cities, constant noise and movement, every step you take. The deafening sound of life pressed against
Letter to my sister. (opens the original)
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Today is the first day of your new life.There are boats we never want to leave. Crushed by waves after waves we battle through the storms. The nights are illuminated by brilliant flashes of light, lightning that seem to bring hope. It isn’t all rain and waves, there are those days in the sun too, moments of peace and hope. I know you hoped for the best, but some forces of nature can’t be controlled, and should they be?You worked tirelessly at the deck, fixing the breach and scooping the water ou
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