I arrived one day in this place, a hill town of salubrity, every moment here was a pine drop, moment of the wind, evanescent hills waiting to be glimpsed, contours rested in broad frames of the mind, rains unleashed weather spots, fruits the odour of pines. I will come back to these hills with picture …
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