A small picture of Cheval Blanc, a beautiful small mountain here, seen from afar during one of my little bike rides. A mountain that bears his name, always white in the blue sky of winter, a mountain that seems to run and jump above the wooded hills as if to invite them and tell them just
-run as in the air so pure, Come frolic in the great silence of the winds.
And the hills below, they also want to come ride the clouds, they can not, they are content to applaud all pine cones, acorns and gold leaves outside. Good day
fleas.
I wish you a fantastic ride in this single day in this extraordinary day. Ivano
-run as in the air so pure, Come frolic in the great silence of the winds.
And the hills below, they also want to come ride the clouds, they can not, they are content to applaud all pine cones, acorns and gold leaves outside. Good day
fleas.
I wish you a fantastic ride in this single day in this extraordinary day. Ivano
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