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....Its real Silver
2 years over seas, up into the mountains, out and away... Cuando regresaré?
The Best Things About Peru
Things I miss the most.
- America
- Apple
- Arrested Development
- Band Practice
- BBQ Sauce
- Being Short
- Blonde Hair
- Carmel Apple Pops
- Carpet
- Chicken Noodle Soup
- Christmas
- Climbing Trees
- Cornnuts
- Doughnuts
- Driving.
- English
- Girls
- Grass
- Heavy Weights
- Hot Tomales
- Hot Water
- Ipod!
- Lake Holm
- Macbook
- Mexican Food
- Music
- My 1968 Fender Mustang Bass
- MY FAMILY
- Nintendo
- Not being stared at always.
- Otter Pops
- Paved Streets
- Pillows
- Sequoia Jr. Highschool
- Showering without sandals.
- Sleep
- Snow
- Super Mario R.P.G.
- Super Smash Brothers
- Swedish Fish
- TACOS
- Thanksgiving day
- The Mid-West
- The North-West
- The Office
- Tour
- Vacuum
- Wood houses
- Zebra Cakes
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The Climbing
"It was the most beautiful place under heaven or sky. Mountains and rock, trees, desert, and blue lake - all lay before him in exquisite detail. The air was so clear he felt he could see the end of the earth, the sky so deep blue, it seemed to merge into space. The view was entirely indescribable to those who were unwilling to pay the price, those unwilling to get out and make the steep mountain climb." "What was it, he wondered, that drove him to the summit? What was it that compelled him to climb the steep path, working his way up the dangerous trail? He couldn't answer the question; all he knew was that he felt it necessary to climb, to reach the highest point, to be on top of the world, to measure the distance, to see both sides of the mountain and the granite peaks all around. Being up there helped him, somehow, to understand the way things operated down below, reminding him that there was more to life than the daily grind."
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....Its real Silver
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