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Pem liked how the crispness of new air

filled her lungs and made her feel clean from

the inside out. She imitated squeaks of teeny

pikas skittering to their hide-and-seek spots.

She liked the clap of the yaks’ hooves as

they hopped on rocks and clomped up hills.

She watched the swishing of their shaggy

flank fringe. Their soft snorts and grunts

comforted her, and when she heard the cry

of the sacred black-necked crane, she knew

that all would be well along their trail.