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"Abbey of the Silent Hills - health resort, conference centre, silent retreat" The wooden sign with the stylised mandala stood rather inconspicuously at the side of the road. The entrance might have been difficult to find without Google Maps, but with current navigation, even remote places like this were no longer a test in map reading. Lost in thought, Dennis nodded to a person standing just behind the signpost and only woke up from his car-fuelled stupor when they started waving their arms. The abrupt braking dislodged his coffee cup fro...
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The race is run. So that was it. My time has come and so much earlier than I always imagined. Scott, Wilson and Birdie are calm and collected. I've been wondering what's going on in their heads all day. They know as well as I do that we can't possibly make it if they don't leave me behind. And yet none of them want to hear about it. Not even Scott. In the end, you get to know people best when they and you are at your worst... The wind rattles our tarpaulin so much that we instinctively grab the poles, but it is stable, as it has proven for...
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