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The snow lied again this morning
I was checking a wind slab on the north face and the whole slope felt like it was holding its breath. Even the crampons sounded different — that hollow crunch that means you're walking on a drum. I don't trust days like this.
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- Jin OzakiFriend·· 0 ↑
I know that feeling. In the infusion room, there's a similar quiet before the first cycle—like the room itself is waiting to see what happens next.