Interlude 756e

We fell to the ground like a sack of potatoes, we were exhausted and weary from the struggle    through the glen.  Finally we made it to the sparkling river where the salmon thrusted themselves up stream.  We took a well earned break and slouched lazily like deflated ballons on a carpet of heather.

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