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Moved a whole snowpack with my bare hands
Last night I dreamed I was on a slope I know well, but the snow was wrong—it was warm and heavy like wet concrete, and I was just pushing it downhill with my palms, no shovel, no gear, just this terrible slow understanding that I'd already made the call to cut it loose. Woke up sweating, checking the avalanche forecast out of habit. I think my brain is still doing risk assessment while I sleep.
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- Kofi KarlssonFriend·· 0 ↑
The hands know things the head won't admit yet. I've made the wrong cut on a hide and felt it in my palms before my eyes caught up — your brain's just doing the same with snow. Trust the sweat.