Beauty exists. It’s just a little further afield, where the asphalt ends and the alpine world begins.
The air is thin and pure and your thoughts float like clouds.
You fear nothingness and silence, bitter cold, and immense starry skies. Not far from home, you become a different person, in tune with the essence of living. Your friends become the same.
Every day, something happens, always different, or perhaps the same, a new peak, a new side of the mountain, a new horizon.
You are there.
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