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"...I love the snow when I arrive at base camp, when it lays on the rocks a white and smooth cloth and our tents look like
capsized cups...
“Wind and flags at base camp”
keep the wind company, they call it “awa” here, a name made of vocals only: the flags in the wind add the consonants...
Many times have I been grateful that the snow was already drawn, marked by a passage. Especially on your way down, it is good to know that you
are stepping your own trail and that you are following the right way down..."
From "On Nives’s Trail" thoughts of Nives Meroi
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