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She stood on the top of the hill, the whole countryside spread out before her. It was glorious.An absolute sea of green stretched out and in the morning wind it moved like waves. All around her the scent of life wrapped her nostrils with an earthy scent. Above her,roaring with silence, blue skies rushed forth and clouds raced like wild horses on great plains. It was all that she ever wanted. An…
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