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  • It was 5pm and a large cloud began rolling over the peaks, just like it does every damn hour during the summer months.

    You try to forget about sun-bathing and tanning, and beach resorts and sweating. Here, we have large coats and beenies, scarves and boots. Yet, a rebellion is in order every once in a while: colorful skirts and open-toed shoes, bare legs and even barer necks.

    We stopped to grab a martini to add another layer of warmth and decided to move on once the coating was set. Within moments of our departure, our blanket began dissolving and a hunt for the next session began.
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