Flint stones under your feet, on top of the hill.
Watching the astonishing view;
sea of all shades of green,
a tiny church tower among scattered houses in the valley.
Just out of a fairy tale's page.
Actually this is a fairy tale, you are in Alice's Wonderland.
On his way to mad Hatter's tea party,
white rabbit with the pocket watch passing by,
Your tale has neither a beginning nor an ending.
Just the sheer joy of the moment,
shared by two people on a saturday afternoon...

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