Alan Stroeve

My mind often conjures up notions about places and things reality often falls short of.

Big wall climbing is one of those rare things whose scope and immediacy goes far beyond my wildest dreams.
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A group of twelve stands on the summit drinking tea, staring at the moon, it wasn’t difficult to see.

As we descended our way down Sliding Sands, I had strangest feeling in my hands. Looking out across the rim, I saw cows in the mist standing, looking slim.
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When I rose my right hand and swore in, never did I fathom the journey I was about to begin. Today as I write, I am numb, to any who follow must surely be dumb.

Being taught to kill isn’t really a big deal….. After all, learning a new skill is always a big thrill.
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I have been there several times before.
The place is all too familiar but some of the faces are still the same
As I lay, I feel the pain… assured all the time I will be ok.
Time passes and my hunger grows, when I go in, nobody knows.
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At 11,000’ in the mountains, there is nothing more deafening than the sound of the eternal present.

As I inhale and exhale, there is a bright light in front of my eyes as the winds carry the clouds away.
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