Hills , Gowns & Lace Trim

The sun bathed the gently rolling mountains, casting long shadows from the blossoming flowers. A young woman stood atop the steepest point, her whimsical robe of white a stark contrast against the emerald grass. She twirled slowly, her lace trim catching the air, creating a movement as refined as the hills themselves. Sunsets Swirling Mesmeriz

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