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16 November 2020

When the snow comes

When the snow comes, the mountains rest. They let themselves become covered by a deep voiceless mantle and become sleepy. They sink into the rotations of the earth, oblivious to the noise of humans and aeroplanes. Suddenly, the wind caresses them furiously and we never fail to admire them with infinite wonder.