“The land is beautiful,” he said, “With green fields on the mountain that stretch as far as your eyes can see.
They go all the way to a river that is as blue and crisp as the morning sky.
The corn, the beans and the mangoes are ours to eat and sell and store away for the dry season.
When she is standing in those fields, and I look into her brown eyes the color of the bark of the mango trees, my heart beats as fast as a hummingbird’s heart for her beauty.
She is the field.
She is the hummingbird.
She is beauty.
She is love.”
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