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Chapter 40

           Thedoorwasofrustyiron,perforatedwithjaggedbulletholesfromsomebattlewiththeCommunistandarteduringtheCivilWar:wesawfourbunks,apileofoldredblankets,astove,alamp,asawandanaxe,evenapairofskis.Butitlookedasifnoonehadstayedthereforyears.Isaid,"I’mgametocallitadayhere."Butshedidn’tevenanswer;simplypulledonajumper.Thecloudscanopiedus,itbegantodrizzle,andasweturnedupoveracrest,thewindcutlikeJanuaryinEngland.Thensuddenlythecloudswereallaroundus,aswirlingmistthatcutvisibilitydowntothirtyyardsorless.IturnedtolookatAlison.Hernosehadgoneredandshelookedverycold.Butshepointedupthenextrock-strewnslope.Atthetopofitwecametoacolandmiraculously,asifthemistandthecoldhadbeenasmalltest,theskybegantoclear.Thecloudsthinned,wereperfusedbyobliquesunlight,thenburstopenintogreatpoolsofsereneblue.Soonwewerewalkinginsunshineagain.Beforeuslayawidebasinofgreenturf,ringedwithpeaksandfestoonedbystreaksofsnowstillclingingtothescreesandhollowsofthesteeperslopes.Everywheretherewereflowersharebells,gentians,deepmagenta-redalpinegeraniums,intenseyellowasters,saxifrage.Theyburstoutofeverycrannyintherocks,theyenameledeverystretchofturf.Itwaslikesteppingbackaseason.Alisonranonahead,wildly,andturned,grinning,herarmsheldout,likeabirdabouttotakewing;thenranonagain,darkblueandjeansblue,inabsurdchildishswoops.

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