By Shauna Potocky
Across the dark of the night sky, a splattering of glistening stars—their bright light piercing the void. Even here, in the high reaches of the mountains and in the late hours of the night, the cold is no deterrent for those who cannot be held back from the pull of its beauty. In this perfect wilderness, with nothing to distract or diminish its awe, the stars can be seen reflecting in the high alpine lakes that sit perfectly positioned beneath the unobstructed night sky.
The hours pass until a blue dawn begins to break and the high mountain ridges, with their dark silhouettes, soften in the coming light. With the new day comes a cold wind. On the wind, a harmony of waking birds fills the basin with song and as the stiff…
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