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The rolling hills of Ireland stretch out before me like a green canvas. I've lived here all my life and have grown to love its beauty and ruggedness. There's something about the way the sunlight filters through the mist that makes everything feel alive.
As I sit on this stone, my dress rustles against it. The soft fabric is transparent in places, giving glimpses of what lies beneath. My long hair cascades down my back like a river of gold. My hands instinctively reach up to knead my breasts, sending shivers down my spine.
The hills are so peaceful here today, and I'm grateful for this moment of solitude. I feel the warm sun on my skin as I sit with my knees together, trying not to draw attention to myself. The rustling leaves of the trees above me blend with the sound of birds chirping in the distance, a soothing symphony that makes me want to close my eyes and take it all in.
The hills seem to be rolling up against themselves like waves crashing against the shore, a hypnotic motion that I'm drawn into. It's as if everything here is alive and pulsing with an energy all its own.
As I sit here, I let my gaze wander out across the landscape, taking in every detail of this place I call home. The sky above me is a brilliant blue today, dotted with fluffy white clouds that seem to be smiling down at me.
I pull my skirt up over one knee, and then the
