Landscape In The Mist
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February 2014 I know the mountains are out there. I know that they are close, even. But I cannot see them. While I wait for them to emerge, I say their names in the hope I can draw them near. Muen. Tverrhøgda. Veslefjellet. Svartfjellet. Strange, almost unpronounceable names which take on an extra air of