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The River
It's a beautiful evening
I'm sitting on on a large, smooth rock on the riverbank, thinking of heading home to get some rest
Suddenly I hear a loud ringing in my ears then I start to feel very weak and next thing I know, I'm lying on my back looking up at the sky as a wave washes over my body
I calmly lie there, unable to bring myself to move as I take the water into my lungs and the sunlight starts to fade from sight
As everything goes black I.feel someone grab hold of my arm, pulling me out of the shallows
As my senses return I look around, hoping to identify the person who pulled me onto the shore
I find no trace of anyone, not even footprints in the black sand…
Then I awake
I'm sitting on on a large, smooth rock on the riverbank, thinking of heading home to get some rest
Suddenly I hear a loud ringing in my ears then I start to feel very weak and next thing I know, I'm lying on my back looking up at the sky as a wave washes over my body
I calmly lie there, unable to bring myself to move as I take the water into my lungs and the sunlight starts to fade from sight
As everything goes black I.feel someone grab hold of my arm, pulling me out of the shallows
As my senses return I look around, hoping to identify the person who pulled me onto the shore
I find no trace of anyone, not even footprints in the black sand…
Then I awake
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