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We are alone on the quiet mountain where I stand helplessly watching my daughter Sophia (25). When she starts running towards the cliff, her boyfriend’s back is turned, but a split second later he has spun around and is running after her. Now he is only inches behind. She leaps into the void, and he leaps after her.
The 30 lines connecting their tandem harness to the red nylon arch of his paraglider hold strong, and they soar like an eagle, back and forth across the Owens Valley, touching down safely on the valley floor ten minutes later, grinning and breathless.
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Woohoo! Sounds like a blast
So cool! Do you know the meaning of Sophia?
I do. Wisdom. 🙂