place you go, you can find refuge. 
Old stones piled supporting wooden beams, wooden doors inlaid with centenarians, suffused lights, checkered tablecloths and an old bar hung with the classic stick pins. Often we found ourselves during our trips to enter huts, making a leap into the past when they were only in leather boots and wool sweaters when a high neck and zip replaced, existing cells. But now 'and more and more', the automatic doors have replaced the dear love spring, the orders do not "scream" more 'landlord, who never moves from behind his counter, but are typed on complicated PDAs. Outside, of refuges or huts but 'something never changes, they, the mountains are always there, maybe less and less white, and perhaps more and more 'gray, but' always faithful and impassive at the time that passes.
Old stones piled supporting wooden beams, wooden doors inlaid with centenarians, suffused lights, checkered tablecloths and an old bar hung with the classic stick pins. Often we found ourselves during our trips to enter huts, making a leap into the past when they were only in leather boots and wool sweaters when a high neck and zip replaced, existing cells. But now 'and more and more', the automatic doors have replaced the dear love spring, the orders do not "scream" more 'landlord, who never moves from behind his counter, but are typed on complicated PDAs. Outside, of refuges or huts but 'something never changes, they, the mountains are always there, maybe less and less white, and perhaps more and more 'gray, but' always faithful and impassive at the time that passes. 
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