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In Korea, I stayed out all night more times than I can count, and would sometimes conclude the affair with a rambling walk with a camera on my way home. One such time, I found myself on the side of a mountain, on a path behind a temple, listening to monks chanting in the distance while mist filtered through the pines, leading my surroundings to express themselves in muted tones that hid the dawn. Looking down into the valley, I could see one of the massive apartment complexes that dominated my city, but just the one. Everything beyond was swallowed by the mist.
