Randall was tired of walking. Judging by the clouds he felt he was about to be caught in a storm. The sun peaked out here and there. He had been walking for what seemed like hours and yearned to cross the channel of water to get to the other side, but the longer he walked the closer he came to the sea. He would never be able to cross here safely. He should have crossed earlier while the water flow was much smaller. More like a stream than this cascading water he was walking beside now.
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