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  • Remember how it rained, how the mountains were shrouded in fog and mist, and we said that perhaps it was more beautiful to see them this way. All the images we’d already seen were taken under perfect conditions, so seeing the sight in real life the real thing could seem a disappointment. But in these mysterious moments, we are forced to observe what is before us and to use our imaginations – to sense the grandeur and awe of what lies just beyond that cloud, just behind that veil – and we know that it is something great. Today is simply not the time to see it. We have faith.

    So it was hiking around the last curves of the mountain that day, when the clouds began to thin and the sun peeked through. The lake that had previously been a gray abyss now glistened clearly in the sunlight. We could see how deep the ravines were behind us, how green the mountainside grew, how small our path seemed against its large lush face, and the amazing distance we had traversed since the morning, wandering without a plan, crossing obstacles one by one, seeking warmth, food and shelter when we needed it, and otherwise trekking on in calm conversation and comfortable silence.
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