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Soft lightning, on the little village. Outward looking overview. The viewer on the mountain. If you ever wanted to capture a moment it would be this one.

Eventually, the meadow became a garden, traditional music became classical music, and huts turned into palaces. However, on some days, when we are listening to the sounds of the forest, we escape to places where the soul feels at home.

We believe in the children of the sun and in the power of warm beams and in the impact of a coming out of the dephts of the soul laugh. For everyone who cannot stop flirting with the sun.

Looking at the source of the elixir of life and the thoughts on the source of the joy of life. Being one with myself. Being myself

Falling over rough and smooth in love warm feelings. Crystal clear thoughts. A magic of feelings. "The cycle of nature" as the mountainlovers would call it.

High above is enough mountain air for starry thinkers. High above is enough room for cloudless dreamers. High above is enough space for under - the - moon - dancers.

Letting go getting enchanted. Inhaling mountain air - exhaling clouds of thoughts. - Silence. Yet, no loneliness. Since the mountain is watching over me.