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What You're Looking At There Is My Arm, Going Into The Rock... And There It Is, Stuck. It's Been Without Circulation For Twenty-four Hours. It's Pretty Well Gone.

When I Climb A Fourteener, A 14,000-foot/4,260-meter Peak, In The Winter By Myself, I Leave An Itinerary And Information About Where My Vehicle Will Be Parked And The Name Of The County Sheriff To Contact In Case I Don't Get Home.

Everything Happens For A Reason, And Part Of That Beauty Of Life Is That We're Not Allowed To Know Those Reasons For Certain.

A Crystalline Moment Shatters, And The World Is A Different Place. Where There Was Confinement, Now There Is Release. Recoiling From My Sudden Liberation, My Left Arm Flings Downcanyon, Opening My Shoulders To The South, And I Fall Back Against The Northern Wall Of The Canyon, My Mind Is Surfing On Euphoria. As I Stare At The Wall Where Not Twelve Hours Ago I Etched “rip Oct 75 Aron Apr 03,” A Voice Shouts In My Head: I Am Free!

Judging By My Degradation In The Last 24 Hours, I'll Be Surprised If I Make It To Tuesday.