I walked in a P.A.R.K. today. And along the river with the breeze.
To many times I have looked into the river for a reflection of truth, but have never seen the reflection from any water of the swamp now called the District of Columbia of United States of Eden, only the shiouttes of green.
The P.A.R.K.(s) in United Kingdom of Eden are similar, but not the same. Not the same because the B.A.L.L and stick and other sport are different, but also because the green isn't as dark. And it doesn't mist as much when the black in the jade sky spread the mist.
