It's warm. It rains often, and thus the flowers are always in bloom. When the wind is right, you can catch the scent of the vinyards. It's in the way the moonlight dances along the water of the cove, and the waving of fine silk weavings in the breeze, in the sheer drop of the cliffs where the buildings stand and look over the water. It's in the artistry of our architecture and in the faces of our people.
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Not in Antiva!
It's warm. It rains often, and thus the flowers are always in bloom. When the wind is right, you can catch the scent of the vinyards.
It's in the way the moonlight dances along the water of the cove, and the waving of fine silk weavings in the breeze, in the sheer drop of the cliffs where the buildings stand and look over the water. It's in the artistry of our architecture and in the faces of our people.
[Give him a minute Loz, he has to have a sad.]