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I don´t know what it is. Maybe its luck, maybe its Henry´s birthday magic or maybe we were just meant to see this.
The two blind idiots wake up and see a wall of clouds and fog. Luckily we are just two idiots and the fog turns out to be dust on the glass of the window.
Like Buddha would say: We didn´t saw the true reality of things, we coul not see things clearly.
Going out we see the reality, which is a super clear night, a sky full of stars and the shodows of the mountains in the backgroud.
And the view on Poonhill comes close to magic, the world is so beautiful that my eyes fill up with tears. I see my first mountain higher than 8000m. I am feeling blessed and grateful.

"The feeling is like Bliss dancing inbetween the synapses of my nervous system" Quote: me May 2024Les mer