Should we turn back? It's warmer near the center.
But oh -- the clear cold beauty of the mountaintop
at night, under the unforgiving stars... it is
easier to breathe here, isn't it? Am I wrong?
I know. You're tired. I'm tired too. My legs
are so sore these days. Here...let's build a fire.
We can stop for a little while and rest in the light.
We can decide where we're going in the morning.
But you know -- I don't think we're lost yet.
July 18, 1998
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