“The Admiral says that he never beheld so fair a thing: trees all along the river, beautiful and green, and different from ours, with flowers and fruits each according to their kind, many birds and little birds which sing very sweetly.”

— Cristoforo Colombo

28 October 1492
Journal of the First Voyage

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