Along the bank of the river.
Sanne woke up cheerfully by the singing of a blackbird who loudly announced a new day. She once stretched out well, got out of bed, quickly dressed, then took a quick breakfast and walked towards the river. It was spring and the roadsides of the path to the river were exuberantly white with bright colored. White by the numerous fluteherb and yellow by the rapeseed. The fresh green and the colorful...
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