Not everyone has been cliff camping but many have.

Living on the edge.

Frozen to a particular view of the landscape.

Only safety line, a few well placed ropes.

If lucky, a few layers of fabric as well.

Keeping you from a very long fall few survive.

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It is not deadly to me but tiring.

I still live but have slipped many times.

That stomach drop where it feels like the end.

I always catch my balance again.

Perched back in the delicate safety of my ledge.

I still remain and so do you.

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Staying alert can be more exhausting than the balance.

Predicting incoming storms.

Holding on despite the rain.

Hoping that the top of the cliff is near.

Though you know you will have to spend at least one more night there.

Yet another cycle in this long season.

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I never chose the destination and I am sure neither did you.

No clue how I got here or what lies at the top.

We just climb and hope it is not another cliff or worse.

I can either climb or answer the call of the void.

Progress must be made slow and steady.

So I continue my time cliff camping.