Choosing Travel..

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There were all kinds of green everywhere. When the mountains were painted thickly, in all kinds of Lincoln, Parakeet and shamrock green; fleck of auburn leaves were generously dabbed on them and in between the long, dark-brownie colored tree trunks were well visible. Some trees had even grown, cherry red or wild pink flowers. At the lime green field in-front of me, which was the open way to the woods some mahogany and caramel dead tree trunks were still standing high, scoffing on their strong upbringing may be.. The grass underneath were fern and moss green, and many of them were peeking with white, yellow and violet buds.. It must have been spring there. I could here the beasty sound of water whomping on the giant rocks, i couldn’t see the falls yet but i could figure that, the stream must be foamy and milky white,

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