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On this particualr morning the mist rolled in from the east of Glen Coe, Scotland, like a monster, devouring everything in its path. The mountain peaks reflect what little light was allowed to pass through.
On this particualr morning the mist rolled in from the east of Glen Coe, Scotland, like a monster, devouring everything in its path. The mountain peaks reflect what little light was allowed to pass through.