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The the water tumbled down the hillside in a series of mini-waterfalls. The water tinkled in a laughing sort of way and the children imagined that this was the sort of places faeries might live. The rocks were slippery as they crossed the stream but there was an iron rope to hold on to. For their dog it was simply a place for a good drink. As they walked on that music of the woods became ever quieter until they could hear it no more.

By chun, October 21, 2013.
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From a distance the waterfall had been like a silent white stream cascading over the rocky outcrops. As they had drawn closer the noise had increased steadily until they were only a few hundred metres away. They could no longer even shout to one another over the deafening roar of the water. Closer still they drew until they were in the plume of water vapour that hung over the plunge pool and in only minutes they were as wet as they would have been in any rainstorm. Their hair clung to their heads and around their faces, but no matter how wet they became, it could not dampen their spirits. They stood in awe.

By chun, October 21, 2013.
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It was not the gentle sort of waterfall you might see in a stately home garden, it was the kind where torrents of water are poured over rocks hard enough to crack your skull and mash your brains on the way down, then swirl in a plunge pool below deep enough to drown you if you survived the fall. From the bottom it was awe inspiring, from the top it was brutal and terrifying.

By craig, November 12, 2013.
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Down the path there is a stream, but not as you know it. By nature all streams are slow-flowing, languid in pace, and lax by nature. However the stream is mighty. Many torrents of water travel its path, rapids flick up against its surface like paint flakes off a distressed door. Boulders rise out of the water like the bows of a sunken fleet, and the hiss of far off waterfalls are the screams of their drowned crew. The scent of moss and lichen be-fowls the air for leagues across. The stream is the reminder to all that witness its majesty the ignorance of presumption, and the existence of exemption. "We thought the pretty stream an easy conquest", you hear the drowned crew call, "we were wrong".

By moonlight, January 2, 2015.
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Their hair clung to their heads and around their faces, but no matter how wet they became, it could not dampen their spirits.

By Krissy Sanford, February 18, 2014.
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A force of nature, both beautiful and brutal. Tranquil from a distance but deafening up close. It was as if the cascades of water conjured cascades of equally powerful emotions in his brain and it quite took his breath away. It was simply spectacular, the most magnificent sight he had ever beheld.

By chun, October 21, 2013.
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In the distance, amid the green of the forested hills was a reflective white strip that could only the the waterfall the natives had mentioned. Their spirits soared and they set off toward it.

By craig, November 12, 2013.
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It was a waterfall of glacier melt water and it tumbled into the blue river below.

By craig, November 12, 2013.
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A curtain of white water came over the grey rocks as if it were being poured from a giant bucket that never emptied.

By craig, November 12, 2013.
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The white water cascaded down a series of rocky outcrops, giving the effect of many waterfalls rather than just one. Then it flowed on it's way, nonchalant, as if nothing had occurred.

By craig, November 12, 2013.
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Tamsin reached for another hand hold. The rock was slippery with water from the plunge pool mist. One miss placed hand or foot and her lifeless body would be dragged around in the circular current until it rotted away. She dug her fingers into the crevice and pulled, this is where all those mis-spent hours climbing trees would pay off. The noise pressed in on her, pounding at her thoughts. This waterfall that had inspired her poetry as a child now scared her senseless. If she was to become a leader she must prove herself as capable as any man and the journey to the mage was what the boys did unless they wanted women's chores and no respect. Well, Tamsin hated those tedious jobs and she wanted respect for more than her dark eyes and muscular physique. She was going to be somebody whether they liked it or not.

By daisy, August 19, 2015.