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The hills are alive with the sound of … Mary Poppins?!
Well, in autumn you don’t really have your “Sound Of Music”-experience in Armenia. But when I visited last year in spring and stumbled from one green meadow in the mountains to another, I could only think of raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens š
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Fantastic!
Greetings
Ulli
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Fantastic
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Glorious!
Thank you, Patti.
Nice silhouette!
Thank you, Alexander.
Wonderful!
I’m glad you like it, Richard.
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