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It seems friendly
I would have chosen grass for a better comfort, but it’s wet after the rain. So I take rocks. It turns out to be a bad idea either: rocks are cold, so I have to be inventive. Today I saw the first ice up there. Summer lazy lying is coming to the end.
I have a company. Something was following me from the forrest. I heard sounds and saw it out of the corner of my eye. Now it’s sitting next to me. Don’t know its intentions, but it seems friendly.
We are looking at the rocks in front of us. How all you guys came to be? I’m making notes to keep this moment over the time. It keeps silence.
We’re waiting for the clouds to cover the peaks. According to the forecast something spectacular is about to happen. And it’s already rising from the valley.
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