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The moor was a relaxing plain of green, the hues playing together as a visual orchestra of the soul.

General

On the moor the wind galloped over the green in absolute freedom, so much so that I dreamed of sailing upon it, upon those grassy waves.

General

Between an antique silver sky and a land of stoic sage, was a horizon of sweetest baby blue.

General

I loved the moor, I loved the cloud-filtered light that invited the greens to glow in so very many subtle hues.