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At medium heights (sky rides, balconies) I share my mom's inexplicable phobia that loose and semi-loose items on my person (wallets, keys, cameras, shoes) will somehow work themselves free and fall. Look closely and you'll find me cutting off circulation in my hand as I wrap my camera strap as tightly as possible without crushing bone.
As I go higher (cliffs, skyscrapers, Supreme Scream), I get rather paralyzed.
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-TJ
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