I come from a place where the hills turn brown in the summer and it can go for months without rain. It’s not a mythical land, it’s California.
I’m amazed to discover places that are very, very green. Dad sometimes complains about the humidity in the eastern U.S., but I think it’s beautiful. The color is restful to the eyes. Also, don’t forget that forests are the “lungs” of the planet.
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