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fff,Morning mist spreads over the surface of the Sognefjord, waterfalls on the sheer cliffs on both sides fall like silver threads, splashing water mist moistens the hanging green moss. In the pale blue fjord, white tour boats slowly pass, their wake pushes aside the reflections of snow-capped peaks and spruces. Smoke rises from the red wooden houses at the foot of the mountains, and the reindeer gently nibble the moss with dewdrops, their hoofbeats light as mist falling on the water, gently wrapping this quiet place