The exquisite grounds surrounding the lavish estate of Don Rafael Montero were unparalleled in their beauty at any phase of the day, but ever so much zaidi so in the twilight hours when the setting sun bathed the gardens in its rosy glow, causing the immense trees, towering impressively over the lawn, each of their leaves tinged with dhahabu kwa the dim light, to cast long, soft shadows across the grasses. A small pond was set in the middle of the grounds, surrounded kwa tall grass, cattails, and beautiful wildflowers. The early evening sun ignited the still waters, making them liquid gold. A tall...
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