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Of course, Per Gunnar Thorssen insisted on taking us down into the gorge to see the Kakabeka Power Plant...
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Frail silver birch trees and stately white pines seemed to sigh and whisper excitedly above as, one by one, we entered the silent Northern boreal forest...
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Familiar objects such as the old twig bench greeted us warmly...
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But as we went ever deeper into the woods, the atmosphere grew subtly more sinister... |
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