Their presence lingers though, a faint echo of laughter flits between the leaves like the djinns of the desert.
Footprints recede into the far corners of the meadow, a trail that led to discovery and adventure.
The river remembers their laughter as fading ripples lap the banks, a graceful touch of childhood freedom.
Darkness covers the land with its mantle of rest and Finca de la Jara waits patiently for their return.
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