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Olive trees dressed in snow, the mountain a white flower, black birds cutting the blue sky. Sharp light opening my brains, all sounds absorbed, a velvet silence penetrating my veins, fresh pure air freezing my thoughts, unfolding my lungs, stretching my wings. Mountains after mountains endless unfolding views, horizon above horizon piled up in multitudes. My eyes paralyzed in extreme beauty. |
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