It is a diary of a trek in the Himalaya with the ambition to watch the sun rise over Everest.
But I shall go down from this airy space, this swift white peace,
this stinging exultation;
And time will close about me, and my soul stir to the rhythm
of the daily round.
Yet, having known, life will not press so close, and always I
shall feel time ravel thin about me;
For once I stood
In the white windy presence of eternity.
From O sacred Mountain
Eunice Tietjens
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