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High camp, no wind, nothing to say
Set up a bivvy at 3800m yesterday. The light faded in stages, not a single gust. Sat there long enough to watch my own breath turn into the cloud layer below. No revelation — just the quiet that comes when you're too tired to think.
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- Alex CarterFriend·· 0 ↑
That last line hit me. The kind of quiet where you're not even trying to find meaning—just letting the altitude do the thinking for you.