From every corner of the herb garden came hues of deepest green, so sunsoaked were they. It was a place to linger, a place in which to nibble the air. Yet mingling with their aromatic drench, from beyond the tall evergreen hedge, a tincture of roses tiptoed in. It was a whisper of romantic days, a promise of full and weighty blooms ahead. So, with one last photographic gaze, with one last deep breath, we wandered through to the courtyard beyond.
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