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| A goat - splendid creature - surveys the view below. Fog and clouds have become one. |
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| A red-suited couple - almost giddily, one could imagine - exploring the forest of green, still wet with raindrops. |
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| An insect daintily perched on the leaf of a doppelgänger for a pitcher plant. In the background, the fog sweeps in. |
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| Delicate, latticed wings against the powder blue petals. |
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| A heart-shaped surprise nestled amongst the moist blades of grass. |
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| A honeybee sitting squatly in a flower, completely absorbed by its task. |
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| This edible fern is locally known as "lungdu". I espied gaily-attired local women gathering them into worn out rucksacks, hurrying home before the sun sets. |
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| A lone ranger on the velvety moss. |
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| A sprig, a burst of emerald - no larger than one's fingernail - sprouts in the trunk of a fallen tree. |
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| Enroute to Triund at 2875 meters, an ethereal pair of toadstools seemingly float near the base of a rotting log. |
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| A slug amongst ferns, an iridescent hue, such as the colours are after the rain. |
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