Babble of running water sound broke the silence of the valley, and we shun sound and look, flowing streams in the sunlight like a golden ribbon around in the mountains. The shore, nestling in the reeds beside it, like the quiet girl. The wind blowing her white dress, her sleeves for the water with large unhealed winter inside the dust, making it crystal clear. Reed creek was the way the girl singing upbeat tunes echo in every corner of the mountains. In the reed set off, the golden stream, at times when the hidden, like the naughty child blinked bright eyes playing among reeds playing with delights.

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