Waterfalls
You hear the splashing of waves all around you.
You whirl around, looking at the beauty behind you.
There are waterfalls, pools, and lagoons.
You fly to the top of the waterfall, overlooking everything.
You decide to jump down.
Falling, falling, falling.
Your hand brushes against the waterfall, and you plunge into it.
You see inside the beauty of a waterfall is silence.
You decided that you love waterfalls.
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