Page 11 - E-Katalog - Nengah Sujena
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THE HIGHLANDS
e cool breeze. White mist wipes out the sun. A cut of
the mountain breaks the sky covered with clouds. e
illusion of your leaves soars. e trees wave their shades
of green. At such a moment I feel how peaceful my soul is
in your shade. at’s why I seek eternal coolness.
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