Why, a bucolic life fills me with such longing and rhapsody, I fear I might expire if I do not inhabit the pastures or the rolling hills forthwith! Can’t you just smell the ripe meadows and the storm brewing in the distance? What’s the matter Dear? You look rather pale and withered...a cup of tea perhaps?
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