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In the snowy wilderness I stop amongst the snow gums. The untracked snow stretches out before me, inviting me to put an anonymous signature apon it. I listen to the silence, a faint rustle of the leaves in the trees above. The solitude is intoxicating, humanity might never exist, only nature.

sniubloky:
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