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Mar 2019
Rolling hills of country green, patchwork stitched together with hedgerow precision offers such satisfaction with its squared off edges and nurturing bends
Trees climb the steepest points with ease and gravity fails as they stand proud
In the distance they almost reach the clouds
And today, if I jumped high I could reach them
Kenya83
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