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When, on a clear day, I have climbed to the summit of some Tirolean peak, I often look into the far distance and see people flying in various contraptions from others peaks, looking for the ground. I often see them land, from close up or far away. As often, I see little tributes in mountain chapels to some poor lad killed while seeking these thrills. The joyful exhilaration combined with the danger is a fascinating balance.
I have never been up in a contraption myself. I belong on the ground with the bears.
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