We remember. We remember the awe of white- capped, cathedral peaks towering. We remember the curious breath of alpine air ghosting our cheeks, and our simple glee as we skip stones across the quiet azure of the lake at Bariloche. And skipping desert, we walk hand in hand with whispers exchanged and kisses stolen under a breathless firmament.
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