There is an overwhelming peace ... in Yosemite Valley in the early mornings. The rising sun casting long shadows in the river's calming and gentle flow, the crisp air, the morning dew on the meadows, and the total absense of all but the birds' morning greetings ... all of that and more ... grip you ... and hold you there ... and give you ... all that you had hoped for ... and you are at peace with your existence ... at this time ... and at this place ...
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