Onshore breezes climbed the mountain slopes until the air became cool enough to condense its vapour to rain. Of this we were thankful, for it made the land so very green. Of the mountain top, the rocky peak, it was ever white.
At the top of the mountain, in that pristine rarified air, I felt an expansion of my soul.
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