Seventy-Seven
Even as I turned toward green hills, I plotted to return to you forever. The green hills had plans of their own.
A speaker sets out toward the green hills, yet even while turning away, she is already thinking about coming back to a person she loves. She promises herself—and perhaps them—that the return will be forever. But the hills, personified almost mischievously, have their own intentions.
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