I have a feeling that none of this is real. Neither the plush green grasses, nor the rolling hills. Not the silvery raindrops. Not the snow-capped mountains. Not the marble statues. Not the birdbath fountains.
Reason for writing:
you know......... that feeling you get when you look around and wonder... where did all this come from?....
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