Its a beautiful morning here. No one is up except the cooks and the birds. Its still a little blue, the air, from the night, and has a
tiny bit of moisture in it, which for this climate is damp. Its a chilly 50 degrees and the normally accessible razor dry peaks are
hidden by wet clouds. A tiny split in the clouds showed the tip of the mountain, and it was glistening pink. Covered in frost and hit by sunrise, it looked like a little piece of heaven.
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