From Lower Desolation lake. After about seven days on a solo backpacking trip. At elevation. After all the clatter, the continuous chatter. The endless opinions. And righteous judgments. It's replaced by a very special sound. Not just silence. A dialogue. I'm not the only one. Voices and music begin to manifest. It's quite profound. I'm not the only one. It's a very deep connection I can't explain. And I'm not the only one.
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