10″She giggles joyfully to herself as she jots down line after line in her thick, weathered journal. She sits alone at a candelit table in the center of the rustic tavern. Mutters escape her as her thoughts flow like a river. This land is nothing like home! The grass and leaves are green, the air is still, and the sunlight falls in golden rays. I simply cannot get enough!
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