Corn and sunflowers dance in the breeze
and fill the land. The Tuscan sun gorge-
ously shines through the breeze making
the sky ripple with an orange luminescent
glow that is a drug for my eyes. It doesn't
hurt, yet my stare is burning holes in my
eyes. What a beautiful sight, but all bea-
uty comes with a price. It is deadly to
wear pants and the land seems dry. Yet
around every corner is a valley of grape-
vines. My mouth fills with saliva thinking
about it. I guess I'll get out of this car
and have a glass of roset.
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