Fields of emerald green, with halo of golden sands
Faces of towering rock, defiant against the relentless seas
Never will I see a beauty that can compare to you
Be it mountain, or river, or sun kissed paradise
You are forever with me wherever I may go
In my heart, my soul, my very essence
My Sarnian Jewel
The Writers Stall 
Ah, you make me want to travel. Mmmm.
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I've been distracted a lot lately by that very urge.
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