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Tuscany is a charmed
land, equally blessed by the genius of man and nature, and
often by the combined efforts of both. Think of the
vineyards: rows of baby green vines that manage somehow to
march in arrow-straight formation up the gently rolling
hillsides, bounded by single files of darker green cypress
trees, snaking sandy roads leading to rust-colored
farmhouses and moss-coated castles, symmetrically rounded
hilltops surmounted by towns so homogeneous as to seem one
single building. Every inch of land has been sculpted, first
by the elements and then by generations of inhabitants whose
goals were always twofold: make the land produce as much as
possible, make the land as beautiful as possible. |
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