Geometric landscapes revealing the travels and tracings of time, the air filled with roasting, toasting, baking sunlight, and there we were, standing on the edges of snaking roads, taking it all in. Our eyes traced the curves and dips before us, amazed at the powers that this landscape was molded, shaped, formed by time and hidden strength.

Even stinging, reddening, hidden bugs can’t ruin something like this. 
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