Friday Footnote: Masada at Dawn
As the sun rises over the expansive desert and kisses the ruins on the top of Mount Masada, I am overcome with a burning desire to keel over and collapse. I look at my phone, and it tells me that I just walked up the equivalent of 100 flights of stairs. I honestly thought it was more—a testament to my lack of cardiovascular health. I would like to brag …
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