Slipping Through the Cracks
I'm slipping... There’s a thin layer of dirt that covers everything: the climb, the gear, my whole body. My throat is dry, and my chest is heaving.
More Sand Than Stone
Three hundred feet up the wall I weighted my toes on dime-sized sandstone edges. I was reminded of my ballet days on pointe -- the pain was torturous.
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