Off into the sunset, the tree studded hill meets the gaze of an early evening. Just beyong the hill, at the peak, one can see the depth and beauty unfolding in natural surroundings. Unmarred by preoccupation and stress that city life can bring, I sit here, on top of the hill, and drink in the intoxicating simplicity of life.
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