A pristine emerald pasture sits gently nestled in a high valley between the jagged snow covered mountains which dutifully stand guard over it. Overhead, the aqua-blue sky sheds beams of warm, golden sunlight as light wispy clouds gently float by. A gentle breeze wafts through the valley, carrying with it the sweet smell of lilac, honeysuckle and the fresh, sharp scent of pine trees. The high pitched screech of lone hawk riding the wind in …showed first 75 words of 1550 total…

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