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Monday, January 23, 2006
Standing at the edge of a cliff
This is me and Vier, standing at the very edge of a cliff overlooking the Grand Canyon. It was a very lovely view but just too cold for comfort. After this photo session, we were rushing back to the car to keep warm. Also, notice the look of sheer terror on my face, being so close to the edge of the cliff.
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