Grove

In the grove is a waterfall, chuckling its way down the rocks that surround it. Everything here is delicious sunshine and luscious greenery. A few rocks dot the landscape, flat and smooth, as if they were carved by some mystical force.

The grass is not the tall grasses of a field, infested with spiders and insects. Instead, it is a mossy green carpet, velvety soft and beckoning.

The trees hang like a canopy over the area, filtering out the pale sunshine. It seems the perfect spot for a picnic.

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