Let yourself go, let yourself drift, the water finds its way from the source to the sea. On this journey it splashes over stones, falls down steep slopes and flows leisurely in the wide riverbed until it becomes an ocean in the sea.
The river flows through the flat landscape and ends in the sea.
The water ripples in the river through gentle pasture landscapes surrounded by green hills.
The wind whispers in the branches of the trees, the leaves are rustling, the sun's rays are dancing on the meadow, clouds are passing by in the sky.
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