Text : Rob
Photo : Rob + unkown
My friend Ray is not a person. Not even a living being. And he's not an imaginary friend. My friend Ray is Mount Ray, the mountain above Entracque, where my mother, and her father, and her father's father carried the sheep to the pasture for generations to ensure the family's subsistence. It is the benevolent mountain that everyone in Entracque simply calls the Ray and has contributed to the well-being of many. My father and my mother met in front of him. The flocks of sheep left the Ray a long time ago and it is no longer the tended garden it was in the days of the mountain pastures. But it is still there, just a little wilder perhaps, and always the first to welcome me when I return to the village.
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