The tranquility of the river was brilliant. The leaves on the trees and the cỏ was a gorgeous ngọc lục bảo green, the sky a perfect cyan. The birds were hát their beautiful song, the river cá 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 áo sơ mi blew in the wind. She was a chick, flying from the nest.
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