One of the nicer examples for coincidence

Next month it'll be fourteen years, that I climbed up that ridge. It took the best part of the afternoon. My lower legs were full of bloody scratches. Southern plants are full of thorns. When I just reached the top, a friend - let's call him Mr. L. - came up on the opposite side of the small plateau. Together we sat on the edge sharing a walkman-plug in our ears each and watched the sunset.

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