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It was a day shaped by the wind—rain lashing, mountains brooding, and the land trembling under the storm's breath.
And yet, there she was: the moon, pale and unshaken, adrift in a sky that had somehow cleared—a ghost, a secret lingering between the clouds.
For a moment, I doubted—was it real, or a trick of the wind? But in Patagonia, reality and illusion are intertwined. The land does not explain itself; it simply exists.