There were only two hundred feet before we reached the top of the leviathan cliffs. Sweet surrender to the mountains was all that fell ahead, while thousands of feet below there was nothing beyond trees. I felt a placidness resonate as the wind took us higher and the sun, now less distanced, swept over our backs. It was alone in it’s finest, rawest, most belonging form: three thousand feet up, and there you were.
There we were.
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