Upon turning the corner of a Briarcliff backroad, past rows of trimmed green lawns, is a sweeping meadow of purples, blues, oranges, reds—a million colors, springing from the ground and reaching towards the sky.
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Upon turning the corner of a Briarcliff backroad, past rows of trimmed green lawns, is a sweeping meadow of purples, blues, oranges, reds—a million colors, springing from the ground and reaching towards the sky.