Underneath the sprawling sky, With clouds like cotton in the breeze, The valleys call, the hills beckon, To wander, to absorb nature’s whispers.
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Virginia Woolf
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Virginia Woolf
Underneath the sprawling sky, With clouds like cotton in the breeze, The valleys call, the hills beckon, To wander, to absorb nature’s whispers.
Virginia Woolf
Virginia Woolf