The moon rises over the snow-capped mountains. An ancient tree stretches out its gnarled fingers to the sky. A stone bench with wooden slats painted red sits mutely in awe. Houses and trees gaze adoringly on their silent reflection on the frigid waters of the river that connects Lakes Thun and Brienz. Interlaken, a little piece of heaven.
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