Hills and wild flowers

Excerpt

" The rocky hills stood steady and burly. They spoke to each other in bro-code and loved the sports bikes that whizzed around on them. The mean speed-beasts of expensive cars were a source of childish delight to the otherwise macho mountains. “Nothing girly can touch us ever”, they guffawed as they guzzled some heavy rains. But then, one day there came a sister; a persistent little fighter that grew amidst the barren rocks. That little wild flower was a sight that stole the hearts of all her big brothers and then they became a pretty, stunning scenery!”

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