The smoke from cooking fires billows and subsides, like a white blanket on the hillside. The scenery is like a piece of poetry, spoken with inexpressible harmony.
The smoke from cooking fires billows and subsides, like a white blanket on the hillside. The scenery is like a piece of poetry, spoken with inexpressible harmony.
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