The stone bridge calmed our heart. The summer sky was large and the sun was shifting below the horizon. There was still plenty of light to see. Trout were lazily laying on the bottom of the stream. We could see them. A moth landed on the water. A fat trout ate the moth. We laughed and wanted to know why the fat trout ate the moth and not one of the smaller ones.
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