Night, slowly towed forward, every minute seemed to be as heavy and can be touched; as if it were a push to make way for the next minute. After some time, which gradually dim moonlight, together with the distant mountains shadow the specter of a general also went into hiding; then doubly dark, cold wind still hack the pranks played continuously until dawn slowly approached. When the dawn grew out when the wind has also came to a close, and gradually weak-down, leaving the quiet compassion in this world.
Front of the pale outlines of the triangle, this pyramid-like peaks again pop up. Began as gray, and then replaced with silver, and later, the sun's rays kissed up the original, which went so far as their emphasis on the pinnacle of pink rouge.
- [United Kingdom] James. Hilton, "Lost Horizon
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