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It was 2 a.m., at an altitude of 3800 meters. The wind rattled the tent. I crawled out, bundled up in my down jacket, and stared in disbelief.
The Milky Way stretched across the sky, the sheer number of stars almost unsettling. Shooting stars streaked across the sky, too fast to make a wish.
No one spoke, only the sound of the wind and camera shutters. Under the starry sky, I finally remembered how insignificant I truly was.
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