Today's OneWord: Calling

Someone is calling your name. You don't know who it is. You don't even know if he's calling you in particular. It could be someone else with your name. It could be anyone else with your name.

He stands on the sharpest outcropping of rock, several yards away from you, among the muddle of tourists that has crowded around where he stands. Below are the falls and rapids of the Yosemite wilderness.

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