Logged in to mystery and wild beliefs.
The campfire had gone out. Just a waft of warmth remained.
At four thousand metres (almost thirteen thousand feet for you) it was cold and frosty.
People had begun to get to know each other before sunset.
By the time the stars were the only form of navigation around the roasted dainties and melted morsels, we knew who we believed in.
Friendships solidified.
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