Early in the morning on Aug 23, I was standing on the peak of Japan’s 3,776m-high Mount Fuji. The temperature was -5°C, but I felt warm because I was just so happy, and proud too.
And just as I yelled at the top of my voice, “My travel buddies, thank you!”, the Goraiko (the day’s first ray of sunshine) pierced through the clouds, as if to tell me that it had heard me.
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