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Dreamscape

A sharp-peaked mountain towers above, painted green by the forest clothing it's sides. A dark blue river widens as it rushes recklessly down the mountain and into the valley, falling off cliffs and tumbling down the rocks. The air is warm, not the oppressive heat of a mid-august afternoon, but the type of warm that is just right for a t-shirt and shorts. The wildlife go about their business with no concern for my observing eyes. I sit on a knoll and watch as water tumbles down the side of a cliff and into a crystal clear pool at the foot of the drop.