I walk in the garden of strawberries carrying a bucket of water. The water is cold and clear. I can see the bottom of the bucket clearly and notice that there were some white pebbles at the bottom. ‘Hmm they must have been scooped up out of the stream with the water’ I think to myself. The pebbles looked smooth and round like little pearls from a sea creature. The mettle bucket squeaked against the steel handle as I walk along the stone path. The stones on the path vary different from those on the bank of the stream. They were all dark brown with some tan speckles. And they shifted under my feet with a crunching sound. I walked along the sides of the bushes around the willow tree and to a small patch of soft grass. With a plop I laid across the cool grass and felt the wind blow across my face. biggrin
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