chapter 15: croisé
And here we are—halfway through—where summer wildflowers murmur across the valley and gather around three glimmering reflections of the Sierras. Every summer since I was 14, our family has trekked here, to this very place where my heels hover on the crest of the trail; and yet without fail, time stops moving; and I almost feel like I could fly.
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