"It was a clear day. The sun was at the right elevation and so was she. She was standing on a stone, made slippery by the moss growing on it because of the continuous flow of water. Staring down she saw the perfect arch of rainbow against the background of cascading waters. The drop was, as they say, fantastic."
Oh, screw it. I've lost the flair for this type o' writing. Will return with something less guishy (that's not a spelling mistake. Try a portmanteau of gushy and squishy). Toodles.
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