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Nostalgia
In line with her enthusiasm at my suggestion, it eventually came to a point that Miwa-nee took the reins on planning our camping trip. However, before she moved onto the actual planning, I got to hear stories that she found precious even today. Stories about her hiking trips that she truly held dear. They were experiences that she could always look back on. Hearing about those with her own way of retelling of her adventures, almost magically, I could imagine accompanying her and seeing the same scene as her. And looking at her thrilled expression along with a hint of nostalgia, those were definitely golden days for her. I once mentioned her love for hiking. Although not often, there were times when night caught up on her before she descended, resulting in her camping for the night righ
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