鸟语

    For the moment at least, her hoilday at the cottage had been ideal. She had spent many idle hours relaxing on the deck, reading, eating a sandwich when she was hungry and in the evening watching the sky turn from brilliant orange to peach and finally to pale purple, eventually the light becoming dim. It was about this time that the mist would begin to rise from the cool water hiding in the dense forest that hugged the shoreline. Late evening dew glistened on every bush and soon the loons’ call would resound across the water. She decide to take one last dip in the lake. As the cool night air touched her arms, she gave a little shiver and decide it was time to move inside.

鸟语一段,看得懂的看,看不懂的闪。

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