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PROLOGUE
Mountains have been a recurring theme in my life, sometimes physical, sometimes psychological, always evocative and emotional, as they were that Friday afternoon, December 13, 1968. It was sunset and I was standing on a snow covered mountain … I heard a shrill cry, and looked up to see a large blackbird cut a sharp turn, dive quickly, slicing the air. I realized I was alone and desperately lonely… The only thing I could do was try not to think… Read the complete Prologue