high up over nine thousand feet it's different
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edward w pritchard
fiction
edward w pritchard
High up over nine thousand feet it's different. The altitude was effecting her she was having trouble breathing and was unusually tired and had frequent headaches. After mild excursion she was in need of a nap and at night she went to bed early and slept late in the morning; to nearly seven o'clock. The linkage was changed for this trip and things were again equal because of the cool crisp thin mountain air.
Maybe it happened or maybe it didn't but for this trip high up over nine thousand feet it's different. We got along for a few days although underneath something was still remiss. At night the stars seemed closer and one's dreams were less disturbing. Still, in spite of the altitude what a drag these things could be.
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