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Sebastian Herrmann
Thick, yellow flowers dab the lush alpine meadows. A mild wind billows the sea of stalks and flowers. A few clouds of cotton-wool-soft cuddle move across the sky. A brook babbles down into the valley, gentian grows along the way, blueberry bushes nestle against boulders. Butterflies tumble through the shadows of the large spruce, larch, pine and other trees that spread their sprawling branches over the slopes. The rock formations of the Dolomites tower up on the horizon. Is that the Peitlerkofel there or the one, the Furchetta? The summit app on the smartphone is on strike, the network is weakening up here, lucky. Summer in South Tyrol, summer in the mountains, the morning air is fresh and clear, nowhere can it be more beautiful than here in the mountains.