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I woke up, packed my tent and left for the mountains.

Soon I was surrounded by things that had experienced time and space longer than my imagination could stretch. Like poets in cafes, they observed their environment with patience and silence, while at the same time displaying their inherant beauty by simply being.

I rested, closed my eyes and opened them to see the morning rise through a mountain's eyes.

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