It was almost over. The cold and the warmth. The wind, the silence. The difference and the money. But that was okay. It was good while it lasted. One more good day and it would be perfect. She was sure of it. A trip home, maybe a sunset, maybe not. It would all be great. A great week that felt much longer. A wonderful time. A mountain of memories.
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