she unzipped the tent and stood, outstretching her arms, breathing in the morning looking out at the expanse of the glassy, mirrored water, at the billoughing greens blanketing the mountainous terrain, at the mist rising to greet the cerulean sky, she felt almost frivolous the sweet tang of wild bergamot skipped along the breeze, but […]
The Remington Hour (SITE UNDER CONSTRUCTION) 
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