Mountain River

Imagine a river of steely green in early spring. It crashes over itself, searching for the end. It snakes and curves through mountains of red and gray rock.

Imagine a periwinkle sky, dotted with wisps of white, that rises from a mountain that cradles the pure snows of spring. The river appears from nowhere, carving a path just a little deeper with each passing year. Just imagine a mountain river.

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