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.
I loved the moor, I loved the cloud-filtered light that invited the greens to glow in so very many subtle hues.
The moor was a relaxing plain of green, the hues playing together as a visual orchestra of the soul.
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