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I live next to the orchards and fields to the north of Valencia, and walk the dog most days. It is a place where the everyday takes on it's own beauty, where the man-made and the agricultural abide under an enormous sky, where the earth meets space.

As the famous Spanish poet Antonio Machado wrote: "This is beautiful, very beautiful. It is like a paradise, over the fields all the greens, all the yellows, all the reds blaze. The red water of its veins furrows gracefully, providing for the body of this land. How much man must have laboured to achieve this!"

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