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  • I was taking a walk on this path, on the mountain.
    I love that path, because almost nobody uses it anymore.
    Nowadays it's too expensive to cut the wood there, to sell it, but I used to do that, and I sent, with my father and brother, the wood down to the valley along ropes suspended over the void.
    That wood is called "Canaja", that sounds like "traitor".
    That's because it's a very steep place.

    Very close to that mushroom there is a cave, a small one, called "Mad woman's bake", whose entrance stands right over a very high canyon.
    So you can sit there with your legs hanging in the void. Very beautiful.

    Once I had a bad discussion with my wife, and I told her that I wanted to bring her in a beautiful place, in order to make peace.
    We went in that cave, and once we were there, it started to snow.

    Unique.

    Sitting inside that cave, eating and talking, and outside only snow and nothing else.

    Have I already told that I love that wood?
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