We have a story between the cold morning temperatures, in the midst of thick trees but the light is ready to break through to enter the mouth of our tent, while a thin fog fills the scope.
I watched with a smile, full of emotion and even fascinated by the atmosphere. Wood is turned to ashes and almost nothing is left because the fire turns it into coals and turns it into ashes, because we make the fire both cooking and heating.
The hot coffee is getting colder and colder, the cheese bread for breakfast is now thinning due to being hit by other congenital westerners.
At the same time things started to get a little chaotic, because it was raining without a sign while raincoats didn't come with us for this adventure, but we had a fly sheet that we turned into a makeshift tent. But the rain just stopped, we headed for the location that was almost there.
The rumbling sound was heard starting to get bigger, it turned out that the high cliff that was originally black turned green because it was filled with moss. Small water droplets are like flying dew.
I tried to approach him, because the falling water heals into a natural foothold that forgets about fatigue.
"I used to think that a photo could be the talk of the whole night even if it was just an edit, but that's not the point"
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