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The verdant landscape of Tuscany swung past the train that carried me southward. The looped vineyards-like slim, green dancers holding hands-fled backwards as we passed, and the rays of the March sun pursued us, beating hotly through the open windows on the dusty red velvet cushions of the carriage.
The verdant landscape of Tuscany swung past the train that carried me southward. The looped vineyards-like slim, green dancers holding hands-fled backwards as we passed, and the rays of the March sun pursued us, beating hotly through the open windows on the dusty red velvet cushions of the carriage.
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