It was a Saturday and I was in the park, I think it was the Fourth of July. Celebrations would be held later in the day with all of the politicians out kissing babies and making speeches, but this was my quiet time. It was peaceful here by the babbling brook, this was a place where I was able to rest and just listen to the sounds of nature. This brook contained pure cold water because it was running down from the mountainside. It was absolutely beautiful here and I enjoyed watching the brook rise and descend, as water flowed past hills and eventually disappeared under that bridge.

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