Yr Wyddfa…

The shadows lift through darkness as the sun begins to shine. And valleys dressed in violet veils then meet the emerald pine. Its peacefulness befalls me as I breathe the mountain air. And gaze with deepest awe upon, this land beyond compare. - Andrew Blakemore
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