Mountains and wildflowers co-exist and thrive in a perfect symbiotic relationship. Where vulgar hoardings and human existence is limited, wildflowers converse with butterflies and bees in gay abandon. Above the clouds, on mountain slopes, every niche and corner house plenty of flowers among the moss and lichen, forming a soft carpet. All i could do was gaze at them, I tried not to step on any or pluck any flower…….
White fantasy is my name for it…..do you know the actual name????
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