A Crow, a Butterfly and Me
July 4th 2012 I was soon out of town, through the tunnel under the flood protecting dam, “The Great Wall of Arinsal” as it’s known, and up into sweet-smelling pine forest. The air was cool and crisp but I soon had a sweat on climbing up towards the peaks. Despite being red-faced and out of breath a big grin formed on my face as I realized how much I had missed being in the mountains. There was no one else
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