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Magpies, their black and white feathers dappled by sun rays streaking through lower scudding clouds, swoop from their pine tree perches. Haughtily, they strut across the precise, ideal lawn casting wry glances at a trio of men huddled nearby. 1 requires a decisive shot, unruffled because of the chattering birds, following the ball with his eyes since it soars over the lake and properly bunkered green to some prime landing site inside of effortless range on the targeted hole. It is the new Wales, the land of wizards, ethereal music, and sheep grazing in parish gardens, now plunging headlong into a union while using high-tech laboratory and pristine golf courses that surround us. These ventures are the culmination of the dream realized through the richest man in Wales, the 18th richest guy in Britain.
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