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Fog rolls in soft, covering the peaks like a secret not yet shared. I stood there, breath held, waiting for the mountains to speak. And then, through the mist, a single raven circled low—silent, deliberate. It wasn’t just a view. It was a message. I don’t know what it meant, but I felt seen. Nature has a way of thanking you when you're not looking for it.
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