It was a small oasis in the forest, like really small, maybe a diameter if five feet at most. The water was a murky dark blue, you couldn't see through so even though it was only about ten inches deep, you'd never know that just by looking. It was piercing cold and smelled of mud made by the riverside. Dull brown tree branches and roots wove around as if forming a cage around the small pound, all growing in and out of the water. The branches were almost completely bare after losing their leaves in early autumn and bark falling off, and roots rose out of the water making perfect seats. Vines curled up on the branches, covered in sage green leaves, chocking out the trunks. A smell of dirt, water, and asper lingered, almost willing to be tasted in the air. You could hear the water of the mini oasis ripple as well as the trickling of nearby streams all inevitably leading to a river.
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