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I used to have, from my bedroom window, an unobstructed view of a 9,000-foot mountain. Every morning, the first thing I did was look at that mountain. Some mornings it blushed peach; on others it was a honey-gold. On bright days after a snowfall its refulgence made my eyes water.
