Mother-of-four writes a love letter to Fraser's Hill

UP in the highlands, time moves differently. The whispering trees and cool air, alive with the sweet sounds of birdsong, seem to follow you wherever you wander. At night, the skies are clear, revealing countless stars that hang like brilliant orbs in the darkness. The winding roads guide you to a familiar place, nestled like a forgotten gem on the eastern slopes of the Titiwangsa range.

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