Rolling Hills

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The scene was beautiful. The sun was setting, revealing half of its orange, blazing body peaking above the horizon. The intensity of it changed the color of the sky, creating a hue of colors, becoming darker and colder the farther away from the sun it was. Road was placed upon the middle of the rolling hills, Rising into view courageously, before falling out of sight, only for the process to be repeated again.  

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