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Ok, I'll try it.
The miles of open meadow were sparkling emerald green, sprinkled with a fine, early morning dew, and they called to dear Helena. Perched in the window of her father's castle--Helena's lonely, beautiful prison--she placed her soft, trembling hand above her fevered brow, gazing with intense longing toward the trail that would deliver her dearest Radolpho to her side. Never had Helena felt such pulsing, undulating passion, and it was almost more than her feeble, innocent heart could bear.
Oh, yeah... Romance, duh..
The miles of open meadow were sparkling emerald green, sprinkled with a fine, early morning dew, and they called to dear Helena. Perched in the window of her father's castle--Helena's lonely, beautiful prison--she placed her soft, trembling hand above her fevered brow, gazing with intense longing toward the trail that would deliver her dearest Radolpho to her side. Never had Helena felt such pulsing, undulating passion, and it was almost more than her feeble, innocent heart could bear.
Oh, yeah... Romance, duh..