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Replacing Anger with Fear on the Yosemite Falls Wall
As we neared the end of the wall, the rain ceased to fall and the clouds temporarily parted. I jugged on simple anchors a few cams each and kept myself calm by remembering that they held the last time; Nico had yet to take a whipper. I began thinking about climbing with Nico again, next time I hoped to free climb too. I looked back down at the jail, my time there seemed like a distant memory.
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