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Rusted Machinery
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Queen of the mountain
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Ian looks into the abyss.
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Angel autumnal profile
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What are they planning?
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The ascent
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Top o' the world, ma.
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Where do we go from here?
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Real men don't stop to ask directions
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The world below
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Polypores
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Somewhere in the wilds of Sugarloaf
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The trail
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Sugarloaf rocks
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Puffy Clouds
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Somebody needs a flarectomy.
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The Clearing
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Another piece of flare
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Angel narrowly dodges fireballs from the sun
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Plaque
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Last attraction of the day
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Darkened doorway
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Don't do it! You have so much to live for!
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Autumn sunset
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Goodbye sun, hello moon
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Uncoordinated facial expressions
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Last shot of the day