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Swiftly the brook bubbled and babbled through the hillside. Ages ago this countryside was likely flat. The plates below the land have been embracing, causing mounds to swell into hills. The nearby dams cause the riverbed to stretch out its edges. Eventually the grassy expanse could become canyons yet the pace of development could well flatten that possibility.
The shores are filled with rich soil. Farms around the area, generations old, have their runoff seeping into the thick mud from streams and tributaries collecting the rainwater across the elevated and manicured farmlands.
There are exotic formations in the expanse above the land. Foreign particles have found their way into the clouds. They form gradients in waves which cause crop circles across the hills which would usually take the labors of machines to form upon the vegetation plains. Some think it is magnetic particles reacting to emissions from factories beyond the horizon. Others guess it could be related to the cloud seeding the farmers favor during certain dry seasons. Yet the mystery lays a mesmerizing mask upon tall grass covering the curves of the hillsides.
The frame of the embracing plates have become a favorite pasture for the wild horses and cattle of the area. The mystery of how the buffet line formations arise is but another tasty meal to the grazing ruminants.