Among ferns, soft river grass, and the scent of dogwood, we wound our way along the banks of the swift. We collected flowers and watched the magic of gold finches dart between pine boughs. The heat is banished from the river side by the cold air gently sweeping off the water. This is the place we never want to leave.
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