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Strawberry Peak |
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Chipped Granite |
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| Places like this to rub your had across are all along the route. It just isn't enough to be where you're at and aware of your surroundings, but it's necessary to be as part of that which leads you there. To become stone. To become as the wind. To sway with the trees and to feel the life as it makes its way through. | ||
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