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The golden light of late afternoon bathes the undulating hills of Tuscany, where a lone farmhouse stands as a silent sentinel against the drama of sky and earth. Two tall cypress trees guard the homestead, their dark silhouettes contrasting with the soft, sunlit fields that stretch toward the horizon. Above, colossal clouds rise like mountains, their white peaks catching the last rays of sun, casting long, poetic shadows across the land. This is not just a landscape—it’s a moment suspended in time, where nature’s grandeur meets human solitude. Photographer Gori Vasiliy captures the essence of the region’s soul: quiet, enduring, and breathtaking.