The Anthology
Feb 16, 2015
feb 16, 2015 It was hard at the bottom of Black Canyon, down on my knees, blood on my hands and my feet destroyed, praying the pain would go away... It was hard throwing up for over 20 miles straight, not able to keep food or water down, begin dehydrated and in need of…
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