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... seasons painted the landscape like an artist's palette, each hue more beautiful than the last.
Early winter draped the land in yellow.
The grass lay flat, as if the entire prairie had decided to take a nap.
Parting the withered yellow surface occasionally revealed a hint of green hidden beneath.
But mostly, it was a world of gold.
They set up camp on the grassland for the night.
Jiang Mianmian slept in the horse-drawn carriage.
The carriage ...
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