Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breath out. The wind roaring and rushing through the mountains, and rustling the leaves on the ground, the barren trees leave the slopes exposed. It is a beautiful and quiet place, the only human noises come from the tramping of five pairs of boots, the breathing from our mouths as we zig-zag up the trail, and I can feel my heartbeat pounding in my temples and my chest.
First signs of spring!
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