<beautiful flowers littered the ground and trees shaded the area. One specific tree loomed over all else: the willow. Butterflies danced in the air and a stream gurgled nearby and in the stream playful fish jumped and the wind blew leafs everywhere> *running freely and jumping in the air: stopping to look at things along the way* {It sure is beautiful today. The sun is shining and its the perfect temperature!}
Very well; I hear; I admit, but I have a voice too, and for good or evil mine is the speech that cannot be silenced. — Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness
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