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Marmore falls, Cascata delle Marmore, the tallest man-made waterfall in the world, in Umbria Italy.
old winds wander slow through hollowed mountain paths, carrying the murmured lore of waters born before memory; stone-faces lean inward, listening, their ridges etched by centuries of patient, moon-pale flow— d e s c e n d i n g down the elder cliffs, where every drop recalls a vow whispered in the first dawn; the pool below waits open, its surface stirring like prophecy, gathering each falling thread into a circle older than names, as if the earth itself remembers how light once learned to move
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