Continue on. Towards icy mountains. Pointed like pyramids, scattered on black, sandy soil. A play of light dives. Because the night is fading. It's getting daylight. Take a break, and look at this reddish transition. The lighting mood. changes from minute to minute. The sun is painting with thousands of shadows and millions of red colors, on the surfaces of the mountains, everything new. They seem to be moving, like walking saws. Think of Monet And I confess, `How important they are: darkness, light and musical accompaniment: the chirping of birds, as clear as the morning. The wind, The leaves, The noise of the city, And not to forget my own heartbeat
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