In the summer of my life, in the autumn of an annis mirabilus so filled with carefree wander, I found a quiet moment to reflect on this simple life. THe sky was blue, the air crisp with a fresh autumn chill; and bathed in warm sunlight, I wander into the low hills situated around Mestia to enjoy the simple fruits of this earth. Nestled in the high Caucasus mountains, the town would be plane were it not for the age old Svan towers, traditional defensive towers built up over the centuries.
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