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We continue on the rocky ridge that seems infinite, a straight line that runs towards the Manfriana summit wrapped up in snow and clouds. Through dense for we manage to get a glimpse of other peaks, the Raganello canyon, tiny clusters of villages and towns clinging to the Coscile river. In front of us is Manfriana! Huge rocks that look like they are sculpted and chiselled reach for the sky. Who knows what their story is? We feel small in their formidable presence, and I catch myself thinking of kneeling, just like in front of a sacred temple. We stay there for a while, suspended from the height in the clouds and fog, our minds cleansed and ready for new thoughts.