[ ๐ก๐๐๐๐ง ๐ฅ๐๐๐ :: ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฌ ] Once I've reached the last city lights and all I have are my own lights to guide my journey I say a short prayer to the effect:
"๐๐ณ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฆ๐ค๐ต ๐ฎ๐ฆ, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฆ๐ค๐ต ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ด" and then I enter a world of logical calculation and emotion is reserved ๐ฝ๐๐ฟ๐ฒ๐น๐ for the experience in summer as you climb up through the ๐๐๐ซ๐ค ๐ง๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ towards the stars - which appear like cracks in the floor of another world above - there's something ๐ช๐๐ค๐ฆ๐ ๐๐ฉ about literally reaching for the the stars. In winter as you climb through the thick fog - once in a while getting a glimpse of the dark โขโโโโโคโโฃโฃโ of the mountains and the distant lights of sleeping towns - you feel what it's like to literally be in the clouds. All these things that make ๐บ๐ผ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ถ๐๐๐ nervous, excite you. The night, the fog, the rain, the crossing wildlife, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐ถ๐ฅ๐ฆ. You here alone - a speck of ๐๐๐๐ yet also a guest of honor- to witness this while the rest of humanity lays down to sleep completely oblivious to the ๐ข๐ง๐๐ซ๐๐๐ข๐๐ฅ๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ ๐ข๐ that surrounds us
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