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I miss being surrounded by mountain gods, the crack and roll of thunder, the crunch of snow under my walking boots as the glacier creaks in the distance. I miss the weight of my backpack, the callouses on my hand, the grip of my walking pole as I keep moving upwards. The smell of the outdoors, the release into the wild, it is who I am, it is what I miss.

I miss being surrounded by mountain gods, the crack and roll of thunder, the crunch of snow under my walking boots as the glacier creaks in the distance. I miss the weight of my backpack, the callouses on my hand, the grip of my walking pole as I keep moving upwards. The smell of the outdoors, the release into the wild, it is who I am, it is what I miss.

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