I struggled up a broken trail, until I reached the summit of the Danada escarpment. Where I gazed out at the grandeur and serenity of the great plains of Lisle. The sun whispered down the soft golden rays of the morning light. I wax a bit poetic, but the truth be told, there is no Danada escarpment, just a small hill. Also, there are no plains, it is clouds wandering past behind the foreground trees. But don't tell anyone.
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