Flowing whispers alongside the edges of liquid dreams. There’s something utterly peaceful when rivulets play on stones—like jazz for nature, unscripted and free.
The symphony of water is not a mere overture; it dances, twirling around pebbles, composing verses none will remember yet all will know in their hearts.
Tap the symphony.
The clouds might be the orchestra, if one were fanciful enough. With rivers as the whimsical conductor, weaving stories of droplets in flight.
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