My toes chatter in the cold breeze. Its a cold and warm kind of day. My dad sits on the rocks watching as he is to chicken to do what we are doing. Sarah and I brace ourselves for a cold rush that is about to spiral through our bodies. 3 2 1 we dove in...
The cliff crumbles right before our eyes, little stones crumble down. The bushes hangs limply on the side of the bank.
The place that we are at has widened a lot since we were last here.
The swift current sweeps past me, bubbles of frof pop up to the surface. It isn't very warm weather so if we stay to long we could get Hypothermia. Where are we ? What are we doing?
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