It's a very clear river.

There is a shallow grassy area on the shore that looks as soft as the fluff of a cat.

When you look at it from the bridge, it looks like a huge green cat crouching on the bank of the river basking in the sun.

The breeze that blew through it was the faint flow of air that came out of its wide-open pink mouth as it yawned.

This guy really knows how to find a place.

Ringer stood on the bridge and looked at Ann, who was sitting on the bank of the river

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