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Image: On Arashima-dake, Fukui Prefecture
Ink: Cheryl Strayed on mountains, from "Wild", a memoir of the Pacific Crest Trail:
"As I ascended, I realized I didn’t understand what a mountain was, or even if I was hiking up one mountain or a series of them glommed together. I’d not grown up around mountains. I’d walked on a few, but only on well-trod paths on day hikes. They’d seemed to be nothing more than really big hills. But they were not that. They were, I now realized, layered and complex, inexplicable and analogous to nothing."
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