taiwan: a whirlwind week

  The mountains of Taiwan are striking. They stretch on like ripples on water, each more blue than the next, until fading dusty into the sky. I didn't know they existed. I was unprepared for their beauty. Trickling rivers run rampant through valleys, big boulders to pebbles to sea. They are blue and grey in …

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agung

There is silence.  It crushing immensity looms over me but I find myself taking shallow breaths to preserve its purity.  Birds are sleeping.  Bugs are hidden.  As we walk, the irregular crunch of our boots and my struggling breath beats beneath the stars.  Our lamps bob as we take over-sized steps up the mountain.  I …