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Sep 06. 2026
Between the hills, I quietly lie, A narrow green place beneath the sky. Not quite a valley, though close to kin, With trees and streams tucked deep within. What am I?
Sep 06. 2026
Between the hills, I quietly lie, A narrow green place beneath the sky. Not quite a valley, though close to kin, With trees and streams tucked deep within. What am I?