The tranquility of the river was brilliant. The leaves on the trees and the gras, grass was a gorgeous smaragd green, the sky a perfect cyan. The birds were Singen their beautiful song, the river fisch leaping from the clear, cool water.
This was true freedom. Everyone would think so. At least, Amanda Rosenberg thought so, but all the people she knew personally thought so too. Her eyes were closed, and she felt the happiness that comes with being free. Her striped hemd, shirt blew in the wind. She was a chick, flying from the nest.
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