This could be paradise. Mother Earth lies brown and soft under my feet, golden light shines through the leaves. Leaning against an old cork oak, I look into a little valley; the air is shimmering in the heat of a summer afternoon. The branches above give home to birds and beetles, and ferns are moving softly in the breeze. [continue]
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