A pastel rainbow arched the ever changing blue of the zenith. Sparrows and brilliant yellow birds chirped melodiously from the boughs of wild cinnamon trees, the flame of the forest and various fruit trees hugging the green slope. A waft of wild jasmine mingled with leaves of various shapes and patterns.
She was happiest standing among the ferns high on the hill with the sea breeze gentle and cool upon her face. The evening was mellow and serene, the sun lingering playfully over the distant shimmering waves.
The little hamlet below bathed in the peaceful glow of eventide, rustic palm leaved roofs interspersed with brownish zinc ones peeping shyly from the intricately shaped canopies of trees.
She looked out to the misty shades of turquoise etched against a fragile line of whitish sand in the far far distance. And the ephemeral colours of the western skies.
Oh, such glorious and spectacular beauty!
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