In this place the journey to Mahameru begins. In this place the magic begins to feel. That morning the fog rolled in, waiting to go out in the sun. Fingers froze, icy cold, icicles visible through the grass. However, only hamdallah was said, because we were still given the opportunity to see all of this.
Good morning from Ranupane!
Thanks!
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