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Breathing in the Cold, Crisp Air - Andrea Blythe
As we drove along the dark roads under the sheltering shadows of trees, the face of a mountain rose up before us like a monolith, ghostly in the blue moonlight, while the stars sprinkled the noctilucent sky behind. All of us in the car — except the one sleeping — gasped. The night could not hide the … Continue reading "Breathing in the Cold, Crisp Air"
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