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| While bicycle touring Sardinia we spent a third night in our claustrophobic snowbound mountain retreat. In the morning I flung open the door of our cramped two-person tent and cheered each time the sun peeked through the cloud cover. "It's clearing!" I announced jubilantly, as snow began to melt from our tent. We were completely out of food and, snow or no snow, we had to make a break for it. |
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