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Here starts my tale of a country beyond these borders. 

An untouched frail lady. 

Her name is Georgia and I've spent two years in her grace (or at least near it). 

She cleansed me with her simplicity. 
It smells like rain
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It smells like rain

A tale of Georgia, the country, not the state, retelling the rain, the cows and the waves of the nation
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