Greg Skodacek

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We felt again the touch of deep time, of the humans who came before. These mountains are haunted, they were emptied by a genocide. We walk on sacred ground. And listen: that is true wherever you are as you read this, if you are anywhere in the United States, or anywhere in the Americas. Don’t think otherwise. Remember. Ten thousand years.
The High Sierra: A Love Story
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