Cloud Falls starts as a cold mountain stream originating high in the Mithral Mountains. It winds its way down out of the mountains along the southern foot of Cloudtop Peak adding little rivulets as it flows along. It does not gain vast amounts of water along the way and stays a modest river until it reaches Cloud Ridge. Cloud Ridge protrudes out at the side of the mountains forming a kind of shelf several hundred peds long. It is white granite with several gray streaks through out giving an appearance of a white cloud among the grayer background. In the middle of this ridge is Cloud Falls, tumbling over the edge down its face into the depths below. The water of these falls is diffused at the top over an area of about 30 peds before dropping over the edge of the ridge. This gives the appearance that Cloud Ridge is shedding tears of rain. About two hundred peds down the side of the ridge is a massive out cropping of granite that the free falling water strikes bouncing into the air forming a cloud of white mist before continuing its trek to the pool below. The pool itself is rather small in size, circular in shape with the small Cloud River flowing out of the southeast corner. Cloud River meanders southward for about two stral before joining with the Raven River. Cloud Falls drops in to a narrow gulch with several large foothills along the eastern side. When seen from the Mithral Route the falls give the appearance of cascading down from one cloud to another. This is because these foothills block the view of the outcropping so only the mist formed by the bouncing water is seen. It is believed this is the main reason the falls have acquired the name Cloud Falls.
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http://www.santharia.com/places/cloud_falls.htm
2007-05-16 21:02:50
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answered by emtoidimai 2
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A clean, clear body of water, untainted by industrial pollutants and other hazardous materials, animals swimming and living happily and freely, healthy emerald green plants as far as the eye can see, no garbage littering the landscape. Big, beautiful flowers admired, but not picked, for their beauty. A place that is pure and beautiful because humans have not intervened in any way, to include developing buildings and houses over top of what used to be a piece of Mother Nature's design.
This place may or may not exist, but it's something I've imagined in my mind for a long time, and I hope I get to find such a calm, serene place in my lifetime.
2007-05-16 21:18:43
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answered by collegebutterfly73 3
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The days grow darker as the nights grow chill.
The wind blows shrill as darkest nights grow chill.
The wolves howl, the moon rises, as nights grow chill.
Darkness dances as snowy winter falls.
The swirling snow caught by the breeze slowly
Falls, making snowy mounds over dark halls.
Death comes touching all, taking lives in icy
Halls. Fires glow, torches sputter, as the snow falls.
The days grow darker as the nights grow chill.
The wind blows shrill as darkest nights grow chill.
The wolves howl, the moon rises, as nights grow chill.
Darkness dances as snowy winter falls.
Brittle shields shatter, swords stuck by frost.
The wind dies, the silence sweeps through dark halls.
Snow keeps falling, men stop dying, as Life
Breathes back that which was taken as the snow falls.
The days grow darker as the nights grow chill.
The wind blows shrill as darkest nights grow chill.
The wolves howl, the moon rises, as nights grow chill.
Darkness dances as snowy winter falls.
All things stop, for the snowy winter falls
What is a setting sun without the magnificent features of a simple creation called a beach?
With the thousands of swaying, towering palm trees bordering the shore like a frame?
With the sand sprinkled from above along the coastline. And the foam from the sea making a bubbled line along the pathway.
With the turquoise ocean, like a rare jewel, drifting beyond reach into the infinite horizon.
With the so-called line drawn between the sky and sea, separating them from each other's way.
With the countless clouds in the sky floating on their many, invisible, moving tracks.
With the blueness before an eye from the chair of a patio.
And the many ripples among the tie-dye sky.
What is all of this without a little setting sun slowly falling into the deep puddle of blue?
Soon to be a half sphere, the golden ball of fire soon hides its face from all present, and peeks up for someone else.
2007-05-16 21:08:32
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answered by kejalshah 2
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Sedona,AZ Catheral Rock Area
2007-05-17 04:06:23
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answered by knowitallwhenasked 3
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How about a plastic bag dancing in the wind?
2007-05-16 23:39:44
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answer #5
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answered by Jeremy Sisk 1
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a sweet beautiful sunset on the beach... i juz love seeing the half of day and night
2007-05-16 21:50:10
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answer #6
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answered by Anonymous
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a valley and a waterfall? or a tropical forest? how about paddy field by a river.
2007-05-16 20:55:25
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answer #7
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answered by rush & done 2
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conception and birth
cellular division
2007-05-16 21:03:17
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answered by Mercury 2010 7
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