All my dreams last night involved teetering precariously along cliffs. I fell off them, huge drops down jagged walls, no less than three times. By the time I came to the last fall before my dreadful alarm started beeping, I’d fallen off these trails & down the cliffs so many times that I managed to catch the person who fell with me & we landed unharmed.
I think I would rather not fall off so many cliffs rather than get so good at falling off them despite the advantages gained with practice.
