Tiny river trickling along the narrow channel, meandering along like a lazy camel. Twisting and turning down the mountainside looking for a path to take, somewhere to hide.
Slipping silently over moss-covered rock, gathering momentum picking up the pace reaching out to fill the cavernous space. Smoothing the rock face as it starts to race to the edge of oblivion to the side of its fate. Over the edge, the fine cascade dropping to the granite below in its continuous harmonious flow.
Gouging canyons, white water torrent, exploding cauldron of froth, descending into the distance sweeping debris away, casting its load aside as it hurries down to meet its death, absorbed by the ferocious vastness of the ocean.
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