Tumbling over the precipice, the rush of thunder melts into mist, with the rock face veiled by the drunken lens of distorted glass. The river's soul plunges over and over in the roar of a freight train without the clickety-clack of the wheels.
A placid cover beyond the chaos of the soul, churning upon itself, deceives the eye. With the peace comes the silent, swift current of the spirit washing over stepping stones along a more daring path.
Instructions:
If your writing thoughts are dry, how about a waterfall? If you are lucky enough to live near one, sit by the waterfall. If not so lucky, find a video or pictures of falls. Study the flow of water and after 5 to 10 minutes of studying, spend 15 minutes describing the waterfall without using the word 'water.'
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