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Z ion National Park is De Ja Vu. It is a mirror of a life once my own. It is past, present, and future when I stand on the cliffs of Angel’s Landing and peer 5,790 feet downward. My feet hug the edge and the wind catches my breath as it rushes upward through my hair. I am hanging in the balance and I’ve never felt so alive. Zion National Park is inexpressibly beautiful. It is force of nature, earth, wind, water. It is millions of years surrounding. It is majesty and it is memory. I am only a small element, a momentary flicker, in the lengthy span this canyon has enveloped. That is comforting as I stand atop it’s peaks and gaze down at the earth so far below. I’ve been here before, and that person and time seems like a dream. Time is the currency of life and I’ve spent it combing through every accessible – and sometimes inaccessible – reach of this vast canyon. I’ve sat alone in the darkness staring upward at the cliffs, curled my knees to my chest between two wa...