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elf1 > A lone oak awaits the evening.
elf1 > The trail winds upward around hill after hill, and the clouds begin to pick up sunset tones.
elf1 > Amazing pink glow on the horizon as the sun sinks towards night.
elf1 > You can see the faster hikers spread out along the trail way ahead, nearing the top.
elf1 > Loved the clouds tonight.
elf1 > We had wonderful clouds this evening, over the thousands of acres of dried oat grass.
elf1 > My shadow, and the trail above it, stretch towards the towers at the top of Black Mountain, wanting to be there. But, alas, I keep stopping to take pictures instead of moving my feet.
elf1 > The sky glowed an astonishing pink; the camera wanted to capture it as orange.
elf1 > Dead tree. Might be an oak. The dread oak root fungus has been killing Californian oaks right and left.
A lone oak awaits the evening.
elf1 > A lone oak awaits the evening.
A lone oak awaits the evening.
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