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Phil showed me the neatest little swimming hole ever.
Nestled back among the thick, dark green, jungle foliage of the creek was a rocky bank with some big trees growing out on it. The roots of the trees all twisted together to make a kind of platform above the water. It was so quiet with nothing to disturb us but the noises of birds and insects. The ceiling of leaves shaded the creek. The brown water glistened in the sunlight that filtered through the leaves. | ||
