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It wasn't the morning sky that made me see the falls. It wasn't the pressure from peers or request from  loving famies. It wasn't the photographers ambition or the adventurers heart, nore the pulse of Vernal that came from beneath the ground. It was my right to go that moved my feet. I chose to move when all was asleep just to behold the site you see.


Yosemite California 



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