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At the Top of the Bottom of the World (Day 1)
The Beginning Our day starts at 8, a late morning in comparison to what is to come. I stand on the sidewalk with a Swiss girl and another American
In My Te Araroa Era (Day 0)
The urge to run is strong. It is the night before the trek. A clear evening after heavy rain lowers soft tones over the parking lot outside my room.
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