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The valley hills rose as if they were the proud parents of the greenery they supported on their rock foundation.

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In that valley was the jubilant sound of a spring filled stream.

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The valleys were the calm place as the hills took expansive breaths all about them.

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The hills were decadent with green foliage and new sprung buds and the valley was the most friendly place of them all, sunlit and serene.

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The valley was my victory spot, the place I went when I felt so full of myself, to both acknowledge my own genius and let it be humbled all at once.