My favorite spot in Alaska. Breathtaking views surround your imagination. Blue, white, green, gray... the panorama, flowers in every single color and shade, the finishing touches. The air is crispy, the noise is magnetic, almost mute. A deserted town, that is busy while tourist come and go on a time rush. I am sitting in town, tourists are gone, these mountains are whispering into my ears stories from the gold rush, miners, snow storms, floods, conquerors and lovers who still come and go every year, escaping from the cold and coming back, still looking for their own gold. A gold that is not materialized, as the treasure lies in the heart, in the own willingness, in the own heart that breathes this crispy air and stretches in this incredible Alaskan spot.
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