The river is calm. The wind is soft. There are no waves in the water, but it is not without waves. The waves can be seen on the marshy shores. As water receded from the shores at the dawn, it left beautiful patterns on the soft grey soil. It cut the soil in lines, steps, paches, pits and waves. These will be washed off tonight with the tide. Tomorrow, I will see new waves, unseen waves of the calm water, their impression created on the soil of the shores.
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