Hour of dusk. Steep path leading up to a small church, just where the meadows end and the forests of the mountains begin. A sound of bells echoing through the valley. And, though much more calm, the voice of a young, hospitable local explaining the different aspects of the century-old building. Language negotiation. The humbling experience of being understood even in distant places. The kindness of random strangers. 

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