We met a ghost we loved, the spirit of a strange man who learned to be by himself and see the light and color and beauty of the world and, who, in one
way, created the very idea of running to the mountain, of going off and making your own news, of celebrating what was really important in the world.
And we sat on his steps and walked on his path and soaked up his
tortured spirit. A beautiful time.

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