She flows, gently at first moving with the ages fluently calmly fluttering featherly across the plains on a warm and sunny day. Things soon change, and the flow moves fast charging through the rocky terrain bashing crashing choping up the plains tossing white tinged spray And then, with all her might she falls, pounding the waves below roaring raging creating natural beauty from down the plain breathtakingly stunning in every way. And then, as she began She moves gently with the ages slowly lightly floating across the plains yet still has splendour in every way.Birth sign: Leo
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